Vampire power

Something jet black pressed against the window pane. A face with both
nose and mouth mashed flat was peering into the room, vested with a grin
that was not of this world.

With a dull flutter, something thick flew through the air. A blanket.
D’s gaze was drawn to the door that was the boundary between this
room and the next. That was where the nightshirt-clad woman was headed.
Eyes as red as blood shone on D. The call had come from her master.

A vampire could beckon to its prey without actually going to see them,
moving their victim by sheer will alone. It was a commonly used ploy.
However, normally the victim would leave by a window. The vampire
certainly wouldn’t send the victim all the way to the front door, where
they’d most likely run into other people. What’s more, there had been a
lurid figure outside the window. Was that a diversion?

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