It stopped.
A hairsbreadth away from my face, it stilled, hovering midair. It took me a second to realize I was controlling it.
Air stiffening with silence, the vampires all quietened. They blinked slowly, their eyes growing large by measures. "What the hell's happening?" someone asked quietly.
Frederick whispered, "I think... I think the dog's performing some kind of trick for us."
Willing the knife, I flipped it so the sharpened tip faced his direction. He rose his hands in the air, throat bobbing. "Hey, mate, it was just a harmless ribbing, yeah?"
Dmitri all the while watched me and the knife with growing fascination. Dark, greedy fascination. Anxiety instantly slithered up my spine.
He stood, and slowly approached me.