Lucas stepped out into the hall with Ember. Both vampires looked down either way, spotting nothing of immediate concern. However, that didn't mean there was nothing there as Drezair had most definitely felt something. The demon wouldn't have said anything if he hadn't.
The older vampire flipped the knife around so that the blade was against his forearm. He turned at a sound and looked down the hallway to his right. Ember turned with him, his lips pulled into a wicked grin. Lucas wasn't sure if he liked this side of the boy, but he did seem a little more focused than when he wasn't all cute and adorable.
"Here they come," the youth whispered, almost excitedly too.
Who the hell would be excited about this!? Lucas thought to himself. Rounding the corner at the end of the hall, several
