Tori and Erzulie stood before the crumbling stone castle that the Moon's Daughter called home. Tori looked for a decent entrance while Erzulie performed some quick divination with bones and shells.
"The door's slammed shut," Tori muttered. "There's gotta be a window we could crawl through..." she scanned the edifice, quickly spotting an open window within grappling hook range. "Bingo." she opened her backpack, retrieved her grappling hook, and hooked it onto the stone arm of a batlike a gargoyle near the window. "So, what do the spirits say, Erzulie?"
"The Moon's Daughter doesn't know we're here yet, for one thing," said Erzulie.
"That's good to know," said Tori.
"I also checked for intel on Fiona," Erzulie went on. "The good news is she's in the castle and alive. As for the bad news... well, 'alive' is sort of a relative term in this case."
"She's a vampire?" Tori guessed.
"Yep," said Erzulie. "More work for me, I suppose. Also, the Moon's Daughter is indeed Drusilla von Wisborg."
"Thought so," said Tori. "Well, let's get a move on."
The two monster hunters ascended the grappling hook's rope and climbed through the open window. They found themselves in what appeared to be some sort of servants' kitchen where the castle drudges would prepared and eat their meager meals. There was a fireplace with a spit, long, wooden tables and countless cooking pots. Tori froze in horror as she took a better look at it. The pots were filled with human arms, legs, and heads, and there was a middle-aged human man roasting on a spit!
"It must be for ghouls!" Tori gasped. The most depraved vampire clans often employed ghouls as servants, allowing the feral maneaters to devour the corpses left over from their masters' bloody feasts.
"I can confirm that," Erzulie whispered, pointing to the far end of the room. A burly ghoul in a gore-splattered leather apron was hunched over a table, carving up the roasted body if a little girl. Her suddenly snapped his head towards the intruders. He rushed at them with a hellish shriek, brandishing his bloodstained knife.
Tori whipped out her pistol and fired a silver bullet. Her shot went right between the ghoul cook's yellow eyes, and he slumped to the ground dead, his skull-like face frozen in terror.
"Nice shot," said Erzulie. "Now let's get outta here before his bone-chewing friends show up."
Tori and Erzulie slipped out of the door and into a dark hallway. They skulked warily through the looming shadows, keeping a careful watch for more ghouls. Erzulie quietly muttered a spell that cloaked them in shadow so that they would be hard to see even for vampires and ghouls. Not sure which door to try, they gingerly opened the door on the far end of the hallway, unsure of what the would find on the other end.