Finally the door flew open.
The guy started to say something that sounded like, "Sorry," but he froze when he saw Vorigan.
He was as handsome as Vorigan had remembered. But then, he would be. Vampires didn't age, so wrinkling skin and gray hair never entered the equation.
He should be grateful, right?As his protégé's handsome, almond eyes rounded, Vorigan spoke quickly.
"Hello, old friend, you may not remember me, but—"
"Oh, I know who you are all right." The soft brown eyes turned black and cold.
"You remember me? I'm flattered."
"Don't be," the guy said, and slammed the door.
"Oh, now, come on. Don't be like that. I'm here to help you." The door didn't reopen.
Vorigan knocked again, realizing his effort would probably be met with the same refusal, but he had to try. Just then, he caught a lucky break.
