6 years later.

There was a time when seeing a vampire would draw a curse from me. When seeing it feed on a human would have instantly propelled me to use my magic to save what or who needed to be saved.

But now, watching the vile creature drain the last of a prostitute's blood in the dark alley, I did nothing. Nothing at all.

I was rather bored, impatient, needing to get the reason why I was here out of the way so that I could return to the comfort of my bed.

I didn't shake when the girl's eyes found mine, pleading for help; didn't look away. I...