章 41: Azrael's dance

The voice I hear is a voice that I neither want to, or care to bother to face. Silence passes between us, drowned by the deafening chords of a violinist and a cello, playing music in some far off corner of the ballroom. I stay solemnly silent. An exasperated sigh resounds from my side.

"Come now, surely you cannot hate me so much you can't bear to look at me?" Turning my head slightly, I make sure to give the tall, white haired vampire a long, grisly frown.