Chapter Twelve
Debut
Amidst the dominant vampires and submissive victims, Charles was at the center of it all. He craned his head around to watch everyone in their ghoulish best from the outdoor pole in the backyard that he faced. His hands were chained overhead, his waist tied to the wood. Torches set about the perimeter of the lawn cast everything in a dancing glow.
A young woman named Beth wore the best vampire costume. Unlike the other women, she patterned herself after Dracula. Her short, slicked back dark hair accented an aquiline face. A white vest with medallion at her throat and pants with a thin blood stripe peeked out of a high collared cape that swirled about her. Long red nails reminded Charles of talons. Instead of obviously fake, plastic fangs, Beth’s looked like the real
