My eyes snapped open and I let loose a shrill scream. My hand clamped on my chest, but it took a moment before I realized that there was no dagger. There was no blood. My hand shook as I held it out and saw there that was no silver blood. My hand was normal. Pale. I looked around and there was no Alice’s Wonderland. I breathed a sigh of relief.
“You’re awake.”
I turned towards the voice and was dazed to see a hooker leaning against a grand oak door. She wasn’t really a hooker, but she looked like one. She smiled coolly and straightened from her post, then stalked towards me with one precisely placed black boot in front of the other. She was a vampire. That was obvious, but she wasn’t like the other vampires around Benshire. They dressed like regular folk. She wore a black leather corset
