Lightning split the sky, and thunder crashed in the heavens as the newly made vampire fled from the scene
Lightning split the sky, and thunder crashed in the heavens as the newly made vampire fled from the scene. Crap. What if this early morning storm wakes the sleeping wolves?
It had taken an immense amount of dark magic, but Michael Deveraux had succeeded. With the death of a human sacrifice, and a lot of extra bloodshed; he left his homus lupis roots behind. It wasn't even in his D.N.A. anymore. He had become something so much worse.
Heh... So this is what it feels like to be a vampire. I almost feel bad for Donovan... I hope he died after my last bite. That gash on his side was the perfect place to camouflage it. It's just so hard to explain... the thirst, and the need for it, blood... Blood. Their blood will be mine.
