Vampire Council.
Vazer had just stepped out of the car, his dark coat draped over his shoulder, when he felt an intense glare leveled in his direction. A smile hovered over his lips as he concentrated on smoothing out the wrinkles on his shirt, his bodyguard slamming the car door shut behind him.
Laurel, his head of guards, stepped in front of him like a shield, something that almost made Vazer chuckle in amusement as he allowed it. The sun had just gone down, and the sky was slowly darkening, which seemed the perfect time for pure-blooded Reds to walk around, including Pale Skins, who were more affected by the sun.
The building Vazer slowly walked into looked even creepier, as if it had been carved out of a storybook, with tall trees draping long, swirly shadows over the structure. There was barely any light, but it wasn't something Reds needed or wanted, considering how sharp their eyesight was in the dark.
