The three vampires came through the double doors. I took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and hoped Roman knew what he was doing. “I’m offended, my sweet." “Shut up. You’re too sensitive and you’re going to kill my concentration.” He shut up. As the vampires crept closer, I took a mental inventory of the things I had to defend myself. The metal instrument tray lay on the table beside me. On the one in front of me was two sets of prosector’s autopsy tools. I picked up a pair of scissors in my left hand and a scalpel in my right. The male vampires laughed, high-pitched and animal-like. There was nothing human to them at all. In the female vampire’s face I saw nothing but loathing, disgust, and hate. The males looked like they were having fun. They kept scenting the air, licking their lips, and laughing. “She’s so scared,” the one from the elevator said. “I know,” the other replied. He picked up a bone saw from a table and switched it on. “We’re not supposed to kill her.”
