“Well hello, darling. I’m Natalia, a Toreador vampire. That shadow in the corner? Gregor, a Nosferatu. Gregor, do say hello.”
A low grumble rises from the corner. “Hi. Thrilled to be here.”
Natalia steps closer, her voice a conspiratorial whisper. “Santa Claus has been snatched by those dreadful Sabbat vermin. You’ll help us, won’t you? It’s best if you’re a vampire, but I suppose a mortal could manage... with some effort.” 