Page 49 of Crown of Death
Black floors, black walls, and black ceiling tunnel my view and without encouragement, I step forward, heading toward thatwindow.
The MetroCosmo must be the tallest building on The Strip. Nothing towers over my view. Lights and buildings and glistening darkness reflect back at me and take my breathaway.
“It is stunning in its own, modernway.”
Cyrus’ voice cuts through my enchantment. He stands beside me, looking out at the view withme.
I justnod.
“If you’ll follow me,” Edmond’s voice interrupts, “I’ll show you to yoursuite.”
Cyrus reaches for me, pulling me along besidehim.
Edmond shows us down a hall, all lined with black on the floor and ceiling. But the walls, they all appear to bemirrors.
Edmond stops somewhere a little ways down the hall. He nods his head to Cyrus, who is smarter than I am and figures it out. He raises his hand, placing it on the mirror. And a set of double doors slideopen.
“Per your request, the family will greet you in the morning,” Edmond says as Cyrus and I step inside. He bows deeply, and turns toleave.
The door slides closed behindhim.
As with the rest of the resort, all the walls inside are mirrors. A sitting room occupies the center. The ceiling rises high, and from it hangs a chandelier of mirrors and blue and purple lights. Black furniture is arranged in acircle.
Off to the left and right, there are doors opening to bedrooms, furnished in a similarmanner.
Straight ahead is another wall of windows, granting a different view of thecity.
Impressive.
“I thought you might like some rest before everything begins,” Cyrussays.
He stands directly beneath the chandelier, watching me as I walk around, taking it allin.
“You really think I’ll sleep with everything that’s already going on?” Iscoff.
“I suggest you try,” hesays.
Movement to my left draws my eye to one of thebedrooms.
A woman steps into view. Blonde hair, heavily made up face, thin figure. She wears a simple, tight-fitting blackdress.
She steps forward, waiting in thedoorway.
“Who…” I trail off, watching as Cyrus steps forward. Red embers ignite in hiseyes.
“Get some sleep, Logan,” he says without looking back at me. “I really don’t think you want to watchthis.”
And my eyes grow wide in horror, a gasp rips from mythroat.
The moment Cyrus reaches the woman, he sinks fangs into her neck. He walks them back a step into the room, and pushes the mirrored doors closed behindhim.
Chapter 11
Blood.Fangs. Redeyes.
Vampire.
Vampire.