While the masqueraders were having their fun in the main room of the restaurant, death struck swiftly within the kitchen. What few screams made it past the lips of her prey were drowned out by the celebrations outside. One cook tried to make a beeline toward the door that joined the kitchen with the massive dining floor outside, but the dark shape was quick to catch him and drained his blood while those few that still lived cowered in the pantry.
In due time, she'd meet with those last stragglers too and feast on their blood just like she had feasted on their comrades. No one outside this kitchen was the wiser. No one knew that one of the patrons that had joined in the festivities was a depraved monster capable of such cold-hearted murder. She enjoyed each crimson drop that passed her fangs as she drank more than her fill.
The last fell limp from her gloved grasp and she turned to glance around at what she had wrought. Gorged on blood, the vampire smiled a malicious smile at the sight of one of the serving maids caught within the kitchen lying on her back in death, grasping futilely towards the alley's service entrance. Another cook, who had tried to fight her with a steel butcher's knife lay hunched over a counter, eyes staring blankly at a roaring fire in the stove.
She passed him by and claimed her full, white mask and replaced it on her face. No one would know what had fully transpired here or why it happened. No one save the Scathachians and their allies who knew that a mysterious vampire affiliated with the Temple of Bhaal, whose face they had never even fully seen, stalked them relentlessly with the rest of her cohorts.
The dark shape turned now for that service door and stepped silently out into that alley, leaving the kitchen staff behind her to their eternal rest. Only then did she keep the promise she had made to her dance partner and cackled madly with full-throated laughter before drifting from sight as her form disassembled into mist that swirled off in the direction of the late night wind.
The fools had indeed served to amuse her.
In due time, she'd meet with those last stragglers too and feast on their blood just like she had feasted on their comrades. No one outside this kitchen was the wiser. No one knew that one of the patrons that had joined in the festivities was a depraved monster capable of such cold-hearted murder. She enjoyed each crimson drop that passed her fangs as she drank more than her fill.
The last fell limp from her gloved grasp and she turned to glance around at what she had wrought. Gorged on blood, the vampire smiled a malicious smile at the sight of one of the serving maids caught within the kitchen lying on her back in death, grasping futilely towards the alley's service entrance. Another cook, who had tried to fight her with a steel butcher's knife lay hunched over a counter, eyes staring blankly at a roaring fire in the stove.
She passed him by and claimed her full, white mask and replaced it on her face. No one would know what had fully transpired here or why it happened. No one save the Scathachians and their allies who knew that a mysterious vampire affiliated with the Temple of Bhaal, whose face they had never even fully seen, stalked them relentlessly with the rest of her cohorts.
The dark shape turned now for that service door and stepped silently out into that alley, leaving the kitchen staff behind her to their eternal rest. Only then did she keep the promise she had made to her dance partner and cackled madly with full-throated laughter before drifting from sight as her form disassembled into mist that swirled off in the direction of the late night wind.
The fools had indeed served to amuse her.