The room was dark and cold and, in the center, the group of Vampires sat in a circle. The room itself was bare except for a great wooden bowl placed before one of the vampires. In the bowl were three small balls, the color of the sky in the late afternoon.
“The Witches will rise to rule,” said the only woman of the group that had gathered. Her face was cold and pale and beautiful, as was the mark of her kind. “With the Nightingale Witch on their side, any actions we want to take will all be for naught.”
A Vampire with eyes as white as his pupils laughed, taking a swig from his glass. “Is that why you manipulated the Hunters, Amelia?” he asked, his fangs glinting in the candlelight. "Such things are forbidden. If the Old One discovers what you've done..."
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