Shadow Games

Raven never hunts where the music stops because silence means death in the underground.

Tonight she moves through Duskhaven's most notorious club like liquid shadow, her leather jacket

catching neon strobes as bodies press against her. The bass pounds through concrete

walls while she tracks her prey through the maze of dancers. She's not hunting

vampires for blood. She's hunting them for sport. Her target leans against the bar,

fangs barely visible as he laughs with some college girl. Easy kill. Too easy.

Raven slides her silver blade from her thigh holster, ready to strike when ice-cold fingers

wrap around her wrist. "Hunting on my territory again, little bird?"