" A greenish mist streamed through cracks in the fallen wall, shimmered for a moment as it swept through the room. Gregori kept his body positioned between the mist and his prince, facing the mist. Vampires often had lesser ones to serve them, new to the world of vampire and unable yet to fend completely for themselves. The mist began to form into a human frame, and Byron faced Gregori, staring at the fallen prince. “Who has done this? And who is the one buried beneath the rocks? "