Flashes of unintelligible shapes and colors. Light oscillating between bright and dark. A feeling of discomfort. A blurred image begins to form. The face of a woman. More like the contour of a face, actually. A moment of suspense and silence that seemed to last forever. Suddenly, the face manifests a mouth. It opens it slowly, only to let out the most terrifying of screams.

Demetrius woke up in shock, the loud piercing noise still echoing in his ears. He turned on his bed to get on a sitting position, his head ached as if it had been bludgeoned by a hammer. He looked around the hotel room that he checked into earlier that same day. The finesse of the accommodations suited him well.

~ I need a drink. - He murmured while rubbing his eyes, his voice weak and hoarse.

He changed into an elegant garb and left to the hallway, following the corridor and down the large set of stairs that led to the main Hall. The Hall itself was enormous, the lavish aristocratic decor was a sight to behold. It was quite late in the evening, but he could still see many members of the city's high society crowding the place. Donning a charming smile, he walked carelessly through the large room, faintly greeting those faces in a most indistinct manner. Just before he could reach the huge entrance doors, a figure with hairs of bright red caught the attention of his eyes. She sported a slim black dress, but that's about all he could gather viewing her from behind.

Outside, the night was as one might expect it to be, at that time in the city of London. The air was chilly, clouds covered the skies and a cold breeze blew from the east. It was probably going to rain. The redhead from moments ago was still on his mind. There was something about her, something that made her stand out amidst all those people, but he couldn't quite make out what. He checked his watch;

~ 23:10...