I look around the room. Nothing has changed. The same patrons as before are still present. The old vampires are amongst themselves with the sleek, black feline contently lying at its mistress’s feet.

I swirl the remaining contents of my glass around and notice eyes upon me.

Hastily I gather my cloak about me, something is not right. I forget to slow my movements. They are blurred much like a flickering flame. The old vampires marvel at the speed, while the younger ones gasp. I make my way to the door sending unrest through the small crowd and in my alacrity I nearly topple the small serving wench over.