Mary-Allison Flagstone

Adam stands like he’s guarding me against the “VIPs” who encircle us. We watch a mass of people below all move as one with emotionless tunes exploding from a DJ on stage. Lights and lasers dance to the music, coating the mass and us. Only in between multi-color streaks and the shadows they create can anyone hide. And I’m sure that’s where the vampires feed. The VIPs don’t seem worried about who sees them while they take blood shots and taste the ...