Things You See In A Graveyard

He whirled and faced the woman, broken from his reverie by the sudden intrusion.“Who are you?” He demanded with the rumble of a growl in his voice. Almost as soon as he asked the scent of reptile wafted toward him, underlined with the stink he had come to associate with the Kleins. “One of Hannibal’s I’m guessing.” He stated bitterly. How many siblings did that bastard have?

His mind pulled back for an instant, recalling how the woman had greeted him. Demon. How did she know? Could she sense the fallen creature of lightning dwelling within him. He straightened, his pointed gaze bearing down on her.  “I won’t ask again.” He snarled, his lips lifting to show his white fangs contrasted against his dark fur.