Her dark fingers danced over the piano chords, head tilted back as the melody overtook her. It was nights likes these that she wished the vampire courts were together. Wished that she could see them dance in the old frilly gowns and suits.

Oh, how she loathed this newer century. She didn’t understand how Sable could do it. Anymore, the sickly sweet sweet of blood from humans was covered with artificial. Perfume, she scrunched her nose. How disgusting.