I didn't need to think too hard to put two and two together. Vampires, mist, vampires that turn into mist. That all took me about half a second to realise, after which I did a very undignified thing and shrieked on top of my lungs.
The mist jerked, and next to me, JJ stirred. Next second, he was already up. Before he could ask, I wordlessly pointed in the mist's direction, who now was entirely in the room, and pulled the covers up to protect my modesty.
At this point, I could tell that the aura of the mist was familiar. I knew I met this vampire before, and there were only so many vampires I've met. I was sure this wasn't Avarice, Christina was dead and buried, and that left the only other option.
"Desmond! What the hell are you doing here?"
