BloodLust - VI (M)
Word Count: 2430
You took one last breath to calm your nerves before twisting the brass handle of the office door. The hinges creaked as you pushed it open, and you slowly began your advance towards the velveteen desk couch, which was turned around facing the ignited fireplace behind it.
Your footsteps were feather-like against the stone floor as you slowly approached the hunched figure in the vintage one-seater chaise. With the orange light of the fireplace, you could make out the features of his battered body. A cut adorned his bottom lip, another, red on his cheek. Rips were torn into the fabric of his blazer and shirt. His expression was stern and brooding as he gazed into the flames.