Cabernet Franc 1887

I poured the rest of the Cabernet Franc into the cumfilled glass and mixed it, downing it I looked at the naked cold body that sprawled on the couch, my gaze shifted to the wine bottle in my hand. "1887 hmm? Good year Monsieur Thoreux." I adjusted my dress and walked out of his house. Thoughts about the nights that I had killed his ancestors in much the same manner brought a smile to my face as I disappeared into the night, awaiting my next hunt.

A flash of silver caught the light on a shadowed figure that melted away, a picture of a young smiling boy.