Djedkare Izezi rose from his bed like a bloodied moon coming up from the horizon. Awakening from the sleep of ancients, Djedkare [i]hungered[/i] for both mortal food and company. 

Shambling unsteadily to the exit of the room, Djedkare yanked the door open and made his way through the threshold. Staring at the hall ahead of him through empty sockets, Djedkare began walking as if in a trance. 
Though he seemed to have no direction, the mummy knew [i]exactly[/i] where he was going.

Down two flights of stairs and just past the lobby was Djedkare's destination: the bar. He stared across the bar, before finding his ideal target: an aristocratic woman surrounded by what appeared to be admirers. Moving with a pace one would think impossible for a corpse to reach, Djedkare advanced on Avalai with purpose in what remained of his face. Silently slipping through the crowd of thralls and employees surrounding her with paradoxically little grace, Djedkare placed his hand on the vampiric countess's shoulders and spun her around to face him. With a torturous [i]creak[/i] of muscles and skin positioned far too close for comfort, Djedkare spoke to Avalai Ambre Merigue. 

[b][i]"Yyyyyyoooooou..."[/i][/b]

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