Ezra glanced back at the bar, the sounds of groaning and shuffling coming from within. He smirked and turned.
As he walked away from the alley, Ezra's thoughts turned to the next steps in their plan. When enough leaders were gone and the rank and file confused, they'd swoop in, taking over their territory. The night was quiet as Ezra made his way back to their base, the city's lights flickering in the distance. He smirked to himself. This is becoming too easy.
As Ezra walked down the dimly lit street, his mind still occupied with the events of the night, a voice broke through his thoughts. "That was hot," the voice said, smooth and slightly amused.
Ezra stopped and looked into a nearby alley. Leaning against the wall was a woman in a white gown, the lower half of her face obscured by a red scarf. Ezra recognized her immediately. Stephanie, the leader of the Flower Shop girls, a trio of vampires known for both their charm and their deadly skills.
