Verchiel led her down the corridor, away from the atrium and towards the sound of talking and tinny music. They turned down a side hallway and through a doorway draped in vines. The room inside was a large circle made of brick and plaster and lined in doorways and open spaces, like a shopping mall. Just like Malick's office, the ceiling was made of glass and electric light imitated the sun. Vampires milled around in various kinds of clothing, many with shopping bags.
Katelina coughed and Verchiel reminded her, "Some vampires live here. We have to buy things just like everyone else."
"I suppose." Her eyes moved from what looked like a music store to one full of home d¨¦cor and another with shiny shelves of electronics.
Like a kid in a hurry to share a secret treasure, Verchiel excitedly
