Chapter 1
Vlad backed away from the body in front of him, "oh god, Snow." His legs felt like jelly, his mind spun in circles as he tried to grasp the situation. She couldn't be dead, he couldn't have killed her. Vlad shuddered with fear and anger. He thought about what Otis had tried to tell him. The warnings he had given Vlad about his hunger. "You were right Otis" he mumbled and looked up at the night sky. Vlad collapsed against the wall. He sat there for a moment, trying to weigh his options and figure out what to do. He tried once again to reach his uncle, but to no avail. Otis wasn't responding in the slightest, the young Halfling leaned forward and cried. This was the time he needed Otis to most and he couldn't get a hold of him in the slightest. Vlad reached out again, attempting to contact his uncle for help, but it was still useless. The young half vampire pulled his knees closer and let the tears fall. Something perked in his mind, the sense that Otis had taught him. A vampire was near, very near. Vlad didn't move, part of him wanted to think that it was Otis, he hoped his uncle could help him. Vlad looked up, his eyes catching the swift movement of a shadow. No not a shadow, a person… his gaze trailed up to the vampire before him. A long black trench coat, black pants, and black shoes. He knew of only one person who wore such attire. D'ablo…