Helena teleported mid stride, feeling the displacement brief but familiar. She appeared in the middle of a vast chamber hidden deep beneath the city, a place few knew existed.
She'd needed a place to stash the Necromancer and had chosen this place.
Her boots echoed loudly off the floor of the room, the darkness blanketing everywhere made the space feel oppressive.
"Necromancer." She called out, her voice ringing through the darkness. Her words echoed back to her before the sound faded into silence.
For a moment, nothing happened, but then, from the far corner of the room, the shadows shifted, and the Necromancer walked out. His skin was pale even for a vampire, looking sickly as what little light there was, illuminated him.
He walked slowly, his boots echoing ominously and his eyes spinning slowly like a predator stalking prey. He was dressed in his usual black robes, his gaunt figure giving him the appearance of a living corpse.
