Stalking a Strigoi
Alisa - Council Headquarters
Here I am, sitting at my new, large desk covered in piles of papers. I am still trying to get used to the fact that now I am in charge of the entire business empire of the Council.
It hasn't been easy these past few days. I'm supposed to be in control of all strigois and their assets.
A fireplace, the only light in this room, burns brightly, but the room seems to be anything but bright. The fire spreads a warmth we, strigois, can’t retain. The walls are dark; thick shadows move over the dusty old books on the shelves.
Posters displaying information about the company, some of them old and yellowed, and others peeling and faded, hang next to the shelves. Old maps are tacked up on the wall but have no meaning for me.
This place has seen so much history, and now it's mine. Too bad I'm not a fan of the past.