Lord Vazer's District.
"She should be awake by now!" Vazer snapped, his voice slicing through the silence of the room, abruptly cutting off the words of the old vampire doctor who stood before him.
The man's appearance betrayed centuries—his skin pale and sagging slightly, his hair a silvered white with strands of dull grey, his movements deliberate and slow with age. He was clearly much older than Vazer, though Vazer hardly cared for such distinctions at the moment.
"She should be awake by now!" Vazer repeated, this time quieter, more to himself than anyone else, biting back the urge to resume pacing across the stone floor like a caged predator. His long strides had worn a near-visible path in the rug of his study from how often he'd walked it in the past few days.
