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Chase the Darkness - scrap Greece. Early Helladic I-II period. Approximately 2500 BC It wasn’t so often that they had a guest so richly dressed as the middle-aged man come into their presence, nor one with his daughter or niece walking a step or two behind him. Lycaon smiled briefly, inclining his head towards the newcomer. “Welcome, my home is modest for a man of your position, but its people are generous.” It always paid to be respectful to strangers, lest they be more than they appeared. This time last summer they had played host to Laelaps and Teumessius. Though not gods themselves, they were kin to the gods. The newcomer chuckled, amusement crossing a lined face. “I had heard of your generosity, I came to see it for myself, master Lycaon.” “And your companion?” He couldn’t help assessing her, gaze drifting over the young woman’s curves and her plaited red hair. Beautiful in her own way but timid, and unusually for a woman, bearing a valuable bronze knife on her hip. His guest frowned, a little of the
A play on the that ghost story where a guy or girl spends the night in the local cemetery, one where the place is supposed to be haunted. As this story goes, the catacombs really are haunted. By a two thousand year old vampire.