A tan, but freckle-laden hand calmly raised itself among the other far more desperate buyers. Ebony claws winked in the light at the end of the fingers.<br/><br/>This was the only hand that had not been raised all night. But for a reason. Patience always caught the best prey.<br/><br/>“I will trade a Dragon Ruby for the last boy.”<br/><br/>Her voice was as smooth and sugar-coated.  Dragon Rubies were very rarely seen among the Vampiric Nation, heavily sought after for legends surrounding them and beautiful color. You were a somebody if you owned a Dragon Ruby, so it was with great certainty and almost smugness the woman offered the gem.