Slowly, very slowly Sabrina turned. She wanted to run, to scream, but her lips wouldn't move and she had to see what stood behind her. She'd half expected to find a gargoyle. But a man with pasty white skin, unnaturally tall and thin with human features that had gone somehow wrong, looked at her out of dying eyes. It was the only way to describe the way they faded. Held absolutely no emotion.
Mark had said she'd know them when she saw them, and she knew, she knew to the depths of her terrified soul that this was a drogge. Utter dread infiltrated her very cells until her mind screamed for help while control of her body was seized from her. She couldn't move couldn't call out to Mark or the vampires or Simon. He made a strange circular motion with his hand. The room she stood in disappeared, and she was in darkness. Terrified, alone, and in the dark.