My movement caught the attention of the woman sucking on my chest, who caught my chin in her hand and twisted my head back towards her, her face suddenly springing into sharp focus, all sharp plains and vivid green eyes. "He's still awake," she said, an amused note in her voice. I then heard Mirza's voice saying "He's drunk less of me." The face above me laughed. "You do so choreograph things, don't you, Mirza? You should put more thought into practicalities, and less into aesthetics." I began to move weakly, and heard Chris say, from far above my head, "She'll do. Deal with him." The woman above me opened her eyes wide, I felt myself falling into them, and this time I fell into unconsciousness completely. *** While at a club, a young couple meet up with another couple and get entangled in a vampire cult.
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