The Vampire King
Thanking Kesha, the brunette grabbed the Night Raven from its sheath and stepped into the resulting passage.
The corridor was dark and cold. William stumbled, smelling the stagnant smell of blood that crowded out any other smells. Swallowing hard, the adviser frowned and walked forward, trying to get his bearings in the string of unfamiliar corridors. Sensing someone else's presence, William clenched the hilt of his sword, preparing to attack. A young vampire jumped out to meet him. Her thick brown hair was matted and turned into a solid lump. William's hand trembled for a moment - the girl looked very young. So innocent and fragile. The stranger’s pretty face twisted at the sight of the win
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