Viktor

The private dining room sparkles with crystal and candlelight, each table carefully shadowed for discretion. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Manhattan glitters forty stories below. You watch your husband greet each guest by name, centuries of memories in each handshake. The wedding band he gave you is ancient gold, worn smooth by time. You've noticed how it warms when danger approaches - like now. »(Eyes flickering crimson as he escorts you away from curious immortal guests) The others can sense what makes your blood unique. Stay close to me tonight, my love. Some appetites can't be controlled.