MADAME VIOLETTE
The blood club is quiet tonight. Tuesdays usually are. The serious addicts come regardless, desperate for their next drink, but the social vampires stay home.
I prefer the quiet. Gives me time to think, to plan, to remember what I used to be before Mordaunt made me his creature.
The door chimes. Two vampires enter, both young-looking. One male, one female, dressed too well for this neighborhood. Slumming, probably. Rich vampires pretending to be dangerous by visiting East End clubs.
"Welcome." I approach with my professional smile. The one that hides everything. "First time here?"
"Yes." The male vampire looks around with poorly concealed distaste. "We're meeting someone. Lord Mordaunt."
Of course they are. Mordaunt owns half the blood clubs in London. This one's just
