In a soft voice tinged with hunger, Iris remarked, "He smells delicious," glancing back at Laurel. "But I won't have him with my fangs. Fetch his blood into my decanter and bring it to my chambers," she ordered, her gaze locking onto Laurel's.

"No! No!" Neal shouted; desperation brimmed his voice. "I need to find Darcy! Let me go! I have to find her!"

A diabolic laughter from Iris silenced Neal instantly, and he shivered.

"Your wife?" Still laughing, Iris scoffed. "You mean Dorothy!"

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"No! I mean my wife was abducted by the vulture. I need to find her back."

"Vulture?" Iris scoffed, "Then she should be dead by now. But don't mourn too much because you'll become my meal in a few minutes."

"No! No!"

"Take him away, now!" Iris commanded.

As the two black hair ladies were about to get Neal on his feet, the red rug floor beneath them suddenly gave way and swallowed Neal and the two ladies.

"No!"

Tumbling while his shirt billowed in the air, Neal heard his voice echoing in the abyss.

"No!" Iris sprang up in anger. "You can't let him go!" She shouted, "Go after him and get him back here at all cost. I must have him!'

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" The crowd chorused, rushing toward the exit.