190 Vampire

Mediterranean Sea

Deep down in the depths

Dawn is alive, Azura thought as he stared at the water above him, writing in pain. 

With the dome, he had been hurled lower and lower, nub with all the claw marks on his body – his blood leaking and mixing in the surrounding coldness. 

Almost dead. 

She had said that he would succeed. She had assured that their plan would be foolproof. It was a sure-shot. How did it fail? His eyes were fixed in the darkness. That woman was like an evil with red eyes and black hair that streamed around her, as if refusing to settle. The day when she had come to meet him, rather had kidnapped him to meet her, he was scared—afraid of the evil in her eyes. Her lips were so red, it was as if she had just drunk blood from some live person. He had stood motionless, mind numb in shock.