Vampires in prison. Gabe had to suppress the urge to bury his face in his hands again, but his face unintentionally registered his polite disbelief at the very idea. Granted, the fact that vampires here might have a semblance of humanity wasn't all that far-fetched--some of the ones from his world had managed the same--but it still didn't keep them from being insane enslaved souls better off properly dead.

"Doesn't like Dusk," he murmured, and the desire to cover his face was replaced by the abrupt urge to laugh hysterically. They were talking about this vampire as if he was a person. "You realise," Gabe said with resigned hopefulness, "that vampires aren't people, right?"

Ghastly and Tanith, probably. Valkyrie? Gabe doubted it. The girl was frighteningly arrogant, and without that measure of humility Skul had learned which made his own hubris amusing instead of dangerous. Then again, if vampires did indeed have a human face here, it would be harder to tell the difference than where Gabe came from. Not everyone could see the Scream.