The Taste of Heaven
Around nine in the evening, Brett Floyd came to the hollow wood. He met Romy, the ground guard, at the forest entrance gate.
“Evening, Mr. Floyd.” Romy greeted Brett politely. He averted Brett’s gaze.
“Evening,” Brett replied. He looked at the wild forest shortly and spoke again. “I presume nothing bad happened, right?”
“Yes. Everything is perfect, Mr. Floyd.” Romy let a lie slip out of his mouth. Besides two unregistered vampires that invaded the ground, nothing else happened. He believed the young vampire named Cristy would not do anything stupid.