At nearly 4:30 am, Griffin was still tossing and turning in his bed. Every time she closed his eyes, he saw the grotesque, corpse-like face of the Gatekeeper; or, worse still, he saw those two eyes and that horrid mouth grinning at him in the darkness. And, when he happened to fall asleep, the screams coming from that basement echoed in his ears.
After yet another failed attempt at slumber, he decided to cut his losses and get out of bed. Then, he dressed and made his way downstairs. After sharing lodgings with Sibyl and now Rey and Van on several occasions, he had come to realize that vampires often kept peculiar hours. As such, there was no way of telling which members of the household would be awake and which would be fast asleep.
He passed Sibyl's room on his way to the stairs. Her
