While I searched, the misty atmosphere changed. It became electric – I felt the electricity raise the hairs on my arms, and I knew the young woman had entered the mist. How she had done it, and who she was, I had no idea. But I suspected she was either some kind of a shadow, or one of those who called themselves Immortals. Or worse still - a Nephilim. I stood dead still, hoping the fog would hide me.
Until I looked down and saw the drops of blood floating on the misty surface, slowly sinking through it. They led like the breadcrumbs of Hans and Gretel, from my feet, towards the direction of the shop.
And then she was in front of me. Her body heat enveloped me pleasantly, revealing what she was.
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