A crack screams through the night. A loud, maniacal laugh follows. Two hulking shadows follow behind a hooded woman. The earth trembles as she takes her next step forward.

"Hey, get your fucking ass back her bitch!", a gruff voice shouts out.

She looks back at him, two vozhd flanking either side.

"Do you desire this?", she asks in a heavy Romanian accent.

"I don't give a shit about your questions. Get the fuck back here. We were not finished. You think you can walk in here, kill our pack leader, and just walk away. Fuck you!", he says.

"Go get them pretties.", she says telepathically.

The two vozhd shamble forward gaining speed as they come. The man stands by as four shadow tendrils come up from the ground. They grab the vozhd and keep them at bay.

"You send your lackeys for your job?", he asks .

She chants softly in Romanian as the ground begins to tremble beneath his feet. slowly a crack appears that begins at her and catches both his feet before it closes around them.

She walks up slowly.

"Stand down my pretties.", she telepathically tells the vozhd.

They settle, still being held by the tendrils.

"This is how it will be.", she says.

She embraces the man, pinning his arms. Her fangs plunge down and pierce the Lasombras flesh. She drinks in his essence. SHe feasts upon it until even his soul is hers.

He falls into ash in her arms. She turns away as the ash settles to the ground.

"It is time to go.", she says as the vozhd continue to follow behind her.

*In a warehouse*

An alien looking being walks around, mortal bound in chair. His face looks like it has half melted into a horrid grimace, the other half looks perfectly normal.
"I grow weary of my presence in this city being so... quiet. You know what i mean?", she says.
The bound person just sits there and tries to scream through it's gag.
"Well, I might just have to fix that. But first...", she says turning back to the man, "I need to make you a little more obedient."
She removes his gag and places a bleeding wrist in his mouth.
"Where can I make such a grand entrance again...", she says.
She looks down at the newspaper at his feet. Staring her in the face is the article about the Eye of Ra.
She grins evilly.
"Well, I think I found the perfect place for my grand entrance.", she says as she pulls away her wrist from the ghouls wanting mouth.
"I shall see you later.", she says as she replaces the gag.
She puts on her long hooded jacket and walks out the door.