20: The King

Volioirae was a busy town square. It was packed with vampires—wearing black cloak—who loved walking under the warmth of the scorching sun. Though surrounded by wide and tall mountains, a lot of tall towers still manage to occupy some of its space. 

At the main center, lay a tall fountain where a naked statue of a vampire was crouching. It looked alive with its dark-tinted eyes. From its hands, dark water serenely flowed to a large basin where it shifted from dark to a lighter shade of red, drowning a statue of silly men.

Zheira, Vladimir, and Louise made their way to the crowd, comforted by the stretching silence. Their footsteps were barely audible due to the noises from the hoarding crowd, and yet, red eyes narrowed at them, scrutinizing every part of their body. Some of them even felt thirsty at the smell of Zheira’s blood, but what made her brows furrowed was the way they glared at Vladimir, as though he’s some kind of garbage that dared to stain their front law