Son Of Dracula

birds from the receding woo

and the woods, blocked from the busy ha

e the

a power that burned through his veins like a

rst thing he saw, the lantern burning s

d, now clean, silver hair. Must have bee

at reach his ears, making hi

re, only his bagg

e is thi

rt from the lantern, only

of the not so large

ry stay-

ted inwards beyond the s

awn al

re

es fla

I doin

d be at work now at the fishing dock at the B

s, in the mid

r had struck his head and his face

g came ru

age. The brawl with the vampires. Th

g came ru

through his system and h

he deep gash is nowhere to be foun

e must have been saved by som

xed his fingers, tryi

hing ca

h

again a

noth

happeni

fang

came out

vampires, even if he doesn't know how that's pos

pire without his

only word that could

to danger as a snail in th

omposed by Bri

felt an appro

amp

't even move when the figure stopp

ed the tent and his red rimme

cloak dragging

ce appeared to be less lethal tha

ing against his chest and his cold body twitching and

ed to be in his late twenties but of course Clawe know

over a century in age. If he or she feeds very well

a vampire isn't someth

ure this vampire is

n a growl. He needs to affirm

t he just escaped a

n New Amst

s previous name

Amste

cagoed when I saw your body w

e here could endanger

r. But come again, what d

t already," the man dropped the bag slung over

d, in a lea

be for me- t

essed out. Carribean hunters aren't so

"How did you know that I am

took. And don't forget those Caribbean islands are the

getting the idea of what he me

leather bott

d, he snif

as little if not no choice now, he's damn weak. Wit

utch company coming here, you know, since I'm no human. St

ttle. Feeling his st

ald as he called himself. Not

from the Tur

ng way, man,

ng too long in one location

uare face. "Here no Carribean hunters, no sniffing humans, no snitching bitches. Just y

omposed by Bri

evade him and his in

lands. The snags there won't welcome you with op

ntemplation, Claw

eald looks up and propped his hands on his waist, slightly ruffling his beige cloak then turn

lawe re

making a mistake. It'll be like f

after decades of running

life bega