6: Alfred
He stands in the snow; a young vampire wearing a ragged green coat, tattered lace at his wrists. His shoulders are hunched, ready to attack.
The girl waits behind him, her eyes alight with the prospect of battle. A wicked smile reveals the fangs that were von Krolock's final gift.
The boy looks ready to kill. His face becomes suddenly ugly as he leans forward, snarling.
I take a step nearer, watch him shift his balance, every muscle taut, a wild thing about to spring. His eyes lock onto mine without flinching. Brave boy.
Unless, perhaps, he wants to die.
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