![]() ![]() The two gentlemen wrapped the vampire's body in the silk sheet. “Especially if they find out about the substandard shirt selection.” Apart from everything else, this incident is awfully embarrassing for them.” The local hives will have to be interviewed. ![]() “Or this could be the start of something more extensive. Alexia was beginning to find the number of things he could stash in his waistcoat quite impressive. He shook out the material, revealing it to be a large sheet of fine silk. “Could it be just the once, do you think?” Professor Lyall removed a folded piece of white cloth from his waistcoat. The object of her speculations said, “It means some hive queen is intentionally biting to metamorphosis outside of BUR regulations.” Then she told herself quite firmly that it was probably best not to find out. She wondered idly what he would look like if he smiled a real honest smile. Alexia felt it suited him better, setting his mouth into a straight line and touching his tawny eyes with a determined glint. Even in a low blood state, he would heal most superficial wounds in”-he grabbed Lord Maccon's metal roll and stylus, dipped the tip into the clear sizzling liquid, and did some quick calculations-“a little over one hour.” The calculations remained etched into the metal. “No signs of confinement or torture, but hard to tell with a vampire. Professor Lyall flipped his glassicals back down off his hat and examined the dead man's wrists and neck myopically. “You mean imprisoned until he was starving and no longer in possession of his faculties?” Lord Maccon considered the idea. “Do you think maybe he was forced into this state?” the professor wondered. He himself had three, and it took five to keep Lord Maccon under control. This was the nineteenth century, after all, and one simply did not attack unannounced and uninvited! Even werewolves, who could not control themselves at full moon, made certain they had enough clavigers around to lock them away. ![]() A vampire in a state of extreme hunger had two socially acceptable options: to take sips from various willing drones belonging to him or his hive, or to pay for the privilege from blood-whores down dockside. ![]()
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