He could really use a smoke right now. Instead, the fingers of his right hand flex restlessly. His nails are glasslike and pointed. Even so, Louis prefers to appear collected when he's rattled.

"There are a lot of things in the dark. I don't know too much about what goes bump in the night, just that it comes only at night."

Like him. Like now. The sun isn't great for Louis's skin.

"It's taken several armed and capable people from us. Walls don't stop it, and everyone else is paralyzed with fear when it comes. It leaves no mark, no destruction, just the bodies. Unnatural."

He stiffens like a gentleman hearing about things not fit for drawing room conversation. He's a vampire capable of wanton violence, but he doesn't like being outclassed by another apex predator. It's hypocritical, but he can't deny the knot in the pit of his stomach.