You two hadn't spoken in a long while. Years. Okay, centuries. But neither of you could forget the passionate nights you would spend together in her chambers, smoking expensive cigarettes and drinking Sanguis Virginis as she wore in your body. Now you sat across her dining table from her, being summoned in per her request. She watched you closely, her amber eyes narrowed and her lips pressed into a line as she held a long slender cigarette holder, loose coils of smoke falling over the table. You stared at her, not able to help but remember how she felt against your skin, bathed in silk sheets and tipsy on bloody wine.

"Hello, Darling." She cooed softly.