Idris tried to make out the catacombs in front of him but it was pitch black inside. The catacombs here used to be a tourist attraction until people started dying in them. It was actually vampires pegging off humans who were willingly touring their nests. Now Vivica claimed it as her own home for as long as Idris could remember. Once in a while, a group of teenagers would break in and go exploring. As much as Idris used to plead for Vivica not to, it usually resulted in the group’s death. Vivica had lived a long time, almost two thousand years, and the only thing she never seemed to grow sick of was murder.
Idris pulled out his flashlight and illuminated the patch in front of him. Broken glass lay scattered along the stones, leading to a crude hallway that curved downward below ground lev
