Angel was taking in Cain's favourite view, watching his stables from inside the building. Lean Thoroughbreds were walking in a line towards the course at sunrise for their morning exercise. A TV was on in the background, but she wasn't paying much attention to the early morning news. She sipped blood from a crystal glass, deep in her thoughts.
"...no one knows how the thieves got into the Neues Museum of Berlin. Apparently the security cameras reveal nothing, but early this morning one of the most treasured objects of the museum was gone."
Angel glanced over her shoulder to see what had been stolen.
"...the small wooden portrait of Queen Tiye..."
A small sound emerged from her as the glass fell to the floor, splattering blood onto the plush carpet that soaked it up immediately.
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