CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY TWO

He just gives me a patient smile, “How are you feeling?”

I blink, stretching my neck a little, "Just a bump on the head but nothing serious. What are you-?”

My question trails off when I see the bodies lying on the ground around me. They seem to be almost sleeping except for how pale and waxy their skin is.

“Ah,” I move back from the one closest to me. “Did you-?”

“I was a little peckish,” Malcolm shrugs. “I knocked them out before I fed from them. But I sadly had to kill them. They weren't very good people.”

“I see,” I mutter, feeling dazed. “What are you doing here?”


He shrugs, “Passing by. I've been hearing whispers so I was curious about this village. This seems to have been an odd infestation in the surrounding villages.”

He seems almost amused and a little bit intrigued.

“But you seem different from the last time we met, little one.”

Now that I look at him, there is no hiding the age in his eyes.

He is the first vampire, the original Sire.

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