Mmmm, Diva remembered playing this game sometimes… Picking people out of the crowd by the echoing taste of their blood, thinking whether they’d make a good Chevalier, a regular Chiropteran, or a test subject for Amshel. Just like how some kids would amuse themselves by picking out signs or vehicles on a long road trip, it was something that had made Diva laugh. Carl and Nathan enjoyed playing.

It was a secret between her and James, but every once and a while he would play with her too--his suggestions were usually about who might taste good to Mama.

For now, it was the game Diva found herself playing: listening to heartbeats, wishing for her children, watching for openings, thinking about nightfall. Night time would benefit her, it seemed. She had yet to come across anything that could subdue her during the night. Then, she’d use the results of the game to feed and find a suitable Chevalier.