PRETTY DEVILS
he hissed, his face twisted in a snarl.
I smirked, a cold, calculated smile spreading across my face. "Yes, brother. Vampires. And I think we're closing in on them."
With a final glance around the carnage-filled bar, we turned and walked away, leaving behind a trail of destruction. The bar's wooden sign creaked in the wind as we disappeared into the night, the words "The Bloody Fang" seeming to mock us as we vanished into the darkness. We paused for a moment, then Gracko produced a match and set the bar ablaze, the flames licking at the wooden walls as we walked away.
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