Micheletto feels the scraping claws against his back, his neck, and feels another bite there. He suppresses an involuntary shiver, blinking away the pain and doing his best to ignore the feeling of sticky wetness slowly trailing down his neck, his shoulders...

"Likely not the work of true vampires, or of Unseelie fae," Micheletto says, to no one in particular. "Unless this faerie is particularly convincing. Its illusions are quite extensive, regardless. The obvious suspect is a ghost, yet... I've never seen one quite like this."