As the masquerade went on, Elizabeth saw more masked attendees looking at her. Each wore a marble-white mask along with their lavish attire. Their eyes were an unnerving mix of gold, yellow, and orange. Within them sat a desire for something, a growing thirst. Not one of them spoke. All were as silent as corpses in their coffins.
The host of the party stepped forward and raised an empty glass.
“To she who’ll satisfy.”
Red stained claws removed the masquerade masks, showing fanged smiles. The crowd greedily encircled Elizabeth.
“May everyone have a taste before she runs out...”
The host of the party stepped forward and raised an empty glass.
“To she who’ll satisfy.”
Red stained claws removed the masquerade masks, showing fanged smiles. The crowd greedily encircled Elizabeth.
“May everyone have a taste before she runs out...”
