Raphael walked in slowly. His gaze settled on the short man for a moment. Something nagged at him, a sense of familiarity he couldn't resolve.
The corresponding memory had been lost in the rebirth, and the details wouldn't come back.
He pulled the door shut behind him, looked around at the gloom, and let the contempt settle naturally into his voice.
"Do all vampires prefer this kind of lightless atmosphere? I understand the sun issue, but I didn't realize incandescent bulbs were this offensive to you."
He couldn't even make out the face. The figure looked like a vampire well enough, but there was something off, nothing like the composed arrogance of the one he'd met at the black market.
The energy was different. This one felt defensive.
"How dare you? who gave you the nerve to speak like that in someone else's space?
