*The Auction House*
It was not what I had expected. When I pictured high society vampires, I thought of lavish white buildings with pillars and old-style patterns decorating the outside, not an old church with religious symbols hanging from every stained glass window.
"Isn't this some kind of blasphemy?" I asked as we pulled into the parking lot and heard Mordecai laugh.
"Probably, but it's tax-free, and the cops are less likely to come to check in on them here," said Mordecai, "this whole building is just a front, owned by the Vampire King. "
"Oh," I said. "I guess that explains the dark windows."
Mordecai came around to the backside of the car. I had been waiting for this moment since we began the trip. The humans were taken out first. They did not understand where they were
