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robe, elegant wings, and fell gracefully to the dancehall below.
    Nicolai laid on his back spread eagled in the centre of the floor. Stakes had been driven through his wrists, his thighs. The largest and ugliest protruded from his chest.
    His body convulsed. Clouded eyes rolled back and forth. Foam bubbled from his swollen black lips. He lifted his head and shoulders and garbled a curse. Scarlet took a step towards him, a searing wave of panic ricocheting through her whole being.
    “No!” he screamed with great effort. “Stay back!’
    At the bar, calmly drinking, undisturbed by her presence, sat the young proprietor of the Tobacconist Shop. He lit a cigarette, pursed his lips and blew a perfect ring of smoke.
    Her eyes fell to his feet. Kerosene. Several cans of it. He played menacingly with the lighter, flicking it on and off. The snap pained her ears.
    Scarlet hissed air through gritted teeth. Her fists shook by her sides so fierce was her anger. “Leave usssss!”
    He leaned over the bar and yanked up a doll by a clump of hair. It was carelessly bashed against the counter. Scarlet felt the thrust in her own body. Then he took a pin from his pocket and jabbed the doll’s breast. Instant pain slashed through Scarlet. She fell to her knees, clutching her heart, unable to breathe, to move, or speak.
    “Nope. I’m not going nowhere until I finish what the old people tried to do eighty years ago. And every decade since.” The young man stood up, strolled leisurely to where Nicolai was staked to the floor, and squatted. He snickered as he scanned the wounds. “Totally paralysed. Did you know, Scarlet, that a stake through the heart doesn’t actually kill a vampire? It does however, immobilise one.”
    Nicolai focused at his attacker. The vampire and the human stared into each other’s eyes for a length of time.
    The cigarette was stubbed into Nicolai’s cheek. The doll, its white laced skirt hoisted, was jammed on the stake.
    Scarlet gasped a silent scream to the agonising assault. Her groin was shredded but she could not react. Only exist. In total blinding pain.
    He sprang to his feet, grabbed a can of kerosene and splashed the contents in a circle around them.
    “You see, I figured out where the old people went wrong whenever they tried to burn this hell hole. They didn’t realise that the dolls were the shells, that when the whores finished their night of pimping they slipped back into those innocuous little shapes where their master kept them. All of them pretty little servants of iniquity. Only there was this one doll, the Scarlet Whore, dressed all in white—that doll remained empty. I guess old Von Alder here was waiting for just the right harlot to fill her shoes—the one he could turn into the undead like himself, make his partner, keep him happy for the centuries to follow. Well guess what Nicolai? It ain’t gonna work cause I’m burning the place down, and this time you and all your whore dolls are gonna burn with it!” He kicked Nicolai’s head with a sickening thud. “And that includes your Scarlet Whore. See that she’s just as impotent against me as you are. Especially with a stake up her diseased cunt.”
    Nicolai hissed. He showed his incisors but the threat was empty.
    “How sweet,” the young man chuckled as he snapped his lighter. The yellow flame danced. “One last futile attempt to warn me off. But hey, you got your final wish—the last doll in your collection, the most treasured one, impaled on the stake that’s jutting through your heart. You can watch her burn as you slowly die together. How romantic is that?”
    “Not … just … dolls,” Nicolai rasped. His torso vibrated. He was trying to control the convulsions. “Time-dancers.”
    “What the fuck is a Time Dancer?”
    Nicolai winced. “Watch.”
    Like ghosts materialising from a mist, figures all around the room began to form. There was a sudden eruption of music and laughter. Cigarettes were lit. Drinks were poured.