Burning agony and heat. The brief sense of smelling your own flesh cook before all sensation fades and then…
Tabby was standing in a dimly lit nightclub. Not really her sort of place, though it might be better with the lights going and some decent music, and some actual clubbers. Instead she was surrounded by familiar faces. It felt weird to be relieved to see the likes of Frank, Kaleb, and Talia (and that other one), but at least if they’d survived what had just happened, then maybe everything was okay now.
Caroline Montague and Dog were also here, the latter of which seemed to be in the midst of a very confusing conversation with Frank. Apparently Frank was now royalty or something, and Dog was subservient to him. No, Frank is the Prince, the authority for the vampires that choose to live in this town. Tabby wasn’t sure how she knew this but now it seemed obvious.
The sight of Dog made Tabby subconsciously check her clothes, something about him looking at her made her want more layers on. Whoa, I wasn’t wearing these a moment ago. The fingerless gloves, ripped tank, short sleeved shirt, and fitted jeans, they were the sort of clothes she used to wear back in Oregon. Then she realised what else felt unusual, she wasn’t wearing her glasses.
She felt around her face as though her glasses might be hiding in a corner somewhere, but something in the corner of her eye redirected her attention. Wait, that’s not right. She tentatively pulled a strand of hair forward. Why is my hair blonde?
“Tabby could be the sheriff”
Tabby snapped her attention back to the group in front of her where Caroline had just volunteered her to keep order in the old west or something.
“Yeah, that makes sense, what do you say Tabby?”
“Um,” Tabby tried to sound confident so they didn’t notice that she wasn’t paying attention. “Okay?” she failed.
Luckily her distraction was quickly forgotten as two new visitors entered the room. They were both vampires, a man and a woman, and both well dressed and attractive, though the man had a nervous quality about him.
They were introduced as Clarissa Armitage and Jules Campion, and it seemed they also were seeking positions in Frank’s council. Clarissa in particular seemed to think she would be incredibly useful in whatever role she was given, though the more important the better.
Jules was more distracted by Tabby it seemed. At least by the fact that she was the only non-vampire in the room, and was really short. She narrowed her eyes at this, it’s okay to notice I’m the odd one out, but leave my height out of this.
Tabby silently vowed to take every opportunity possible to mess with Jules now, and even offered to escort them out. Jules made full use of this opportunity to perfect his look of dumbfounded confusion, "but she's so small! And tiny."
Unfortunately there was some bad news at the end of the meeting. Apparently not every vampire in town was as willing to recognise Frank’s rule. In order to be regarded as legitimate he was first going to have to deal with these Nosferatu.