The Vampire King
- The vampire knelt down, looking into the young man’s eyes, listening to his every word.
- Take my life, take possession of my will, I beg you...
The wind howled restlessly. The man with yellow eyes carefully, almost tenderly, pulled the young man towards him. Kyrian winced briefly as the fangs sank into his flesh.
Warm, life-giving liquid spread through the Lord’s veins. He sharply pressed the victim to him, squeezing a hoarse groan from the brown-haired man. The moon was stained with blood, the runes gaped with scarlet scars on the black stones.
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