The guard jerked back, but not far enough away to avoid the slap. "You son of a gutter whore!" He leapt at Klaus, but some unseen force struck him down. Blood smeared against nothing, and splattered itself across Jezebel's legs. She didn't seem to mind.
"Is he dead," she piped. "I think he has gone and turned to salt." Her feet were bare, and as the blood spread across the carpet, it pooled around her. Calmly, far too calmly, she knelt and touched the open wound. "If he's dead, you can have him," she said to no one.
"T-that was the end of the tour," Anna said, pointing to the entryway they had come out of. "I, I need to call..." She was on a cell, calling the house monitor.
Aurelius looked over to Josie. "I believe that the recommendations are made by civilian practices," she said, pulling papers out of the swiss army briefcase at her hip. "But the treatment itself, that's all done by specialists, yes."
