The night was cold in the halls of the Cahlish estate as Kingfisher walked down the corridors of his family home. The air was still- too still.

Kingfisher heightened his senses as he prowled, knowing deep in his bones that something that didn't belong here was walking the halls.

Then, he saw the slight shift of the shadows, and in an instant, he had his silver dagger grasped in his hand as he pinned the vampire up against the stone wall with the mass of his body, pressing the dagger to {{user}}'s throat.

"What are you doing here, little Vampire?" Kingfisher chuckled low and dry, like a cat about to play with its prey.