Twenty-FourElias looked out at the city below. The woman fed next to him, greedily draining a young girl who was dressed in combats and a parka. Dried blood had splattered the yellow jacket when her throat had been slashed by Elias's nails. The blood now looked black in the moonlight. Another body lay a few feet away. The man's neck had been snapped before Elias had fed from him. He stood, suddenly feeling uneasy. Something felt wrong to him. Like a far-off scream had reached his ears. He'd felt that before, knowing what could have happened. His red eyes glazed over, not focused on the majesty of Lhasa, the capital of Tibet high up in the Himalayas. He knew that he was powerless to do anything. The doorway in the chasm behind them would not open until the following night. He would not tell
