Chapter Four: The Dragon's DenRaffles and I slipped out of our house and headed along Chicksand Street. The moon was full and bloated over-head, and the night eerily quiet. I imagine that for the mortals, hurrying about their business elsewhere in London, the night must have been bitterly cold, but for us vampires this was not an issue; we were cold of heart enough.
“I've seen an awful lot in my time,” said Raffles, breaking the silence. “This world can be a hard, dreadful place. When I was a mortal I discovered that. But since I've been a vampire, well, I've been happy to be the hardest, most dreadful thing that walks these streets, to be honest. Nothing f***s with me now. Not like they used to f**k with me when I was human and soft and weak. But this werewolf thing, it ain't right. Ther
