Who would do this? There had been times when she thought she would lose to the beast, but she was normally able to come back after a few scary moments. This? This had to be someone feral, right? No one in their social circles, or levels, could have done something like this and pretended to be normal afterwards, right? Or... so she hoped. They were vampires, after all. There was a reason they were feared, why they hid in the night.
As Claudia pulled out her phone and dialed Amadeus, Garnet came to stand next to her. There as a bit of sadness that their plans had been ruined, that they couldn't just go upstairs and grab those fuck boys anyway, but it wasn't like there weren't other nights. Sometimes, bad things happened and destroyed better things.
Needing something to ground herself, and hoping her best friend didn't pull away, the younger Toreador slid her fingers into Claudia's free one, lacing their fingers together. The nights were getting worse. Hunters, anarchs, dead ghouls. If she'd managed to pick someone, would this have been their fate? Were any of the ghouls currently serving New York's kindred safe? The blood dolls, the servants, the kindred themselves? Would things ever go back to the way they had been?