The vampire glided effortlessly through a labyrinth of dimly lit corridors, her movements a mesmerizing blend of grace and speed.
She darted around each corner with fluid precision, her silhouette briefly flickering in and out of view like a shadow dancing on the edge of perception.
Anthony followed with a calm, unhurried air, hovering steadily a few meters behind.
His flight was measured and deliberate, maintaining a consistent distance as though he were stalking prey, yet his demeanor betrayed an almost casual indifference.
The vampire led Anthony into a chamber that exuded an air of understated elegance.
The room was well-appointed, featuring everything from a sleek, four-poster bed draped in silken sheets to a finely crafted chair and an ornate mirror framed in dark wood.
With a subtle gesture, she motioned for Anthony to take a seat.
