Dark Soldiers
He held an air of ancient, terrible elegance.
He smiled, revealing elongated canines.
“My apologies for the interruption,” he said, his voice a smooth, accented baritone. “But I couldn’t let the party end without making an appearance.”
Before anyone could react, he moved. Not super-speed—this was something else. He teleported in a flicker of shadow, appearing right behind Amy, who was covering us from the doorway.
His hand shot out, gripping her shoulder. She gasped, turning.
“A pretty one,” Dracula murmured. And he bit down.
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