Cookbook- Part 1

The servants and the other guards continued to search the intruder who had killed the master of this mansion. Councilman Creed was a popular man, maybe the opposite of how Damien was as he was never found in the frontline of any scandalous or rumored news in the council. If he were to ask to decipher on the matter further, there were some people who fell in the very same line. 

Walking up the floors where the mansion was built high and wide, he stepped into the room to find the man lying near the patio of the room. Both the doors of the patio were wide open and Councilman Creed laid on the floor, lifeless with his eye wide open, lips parted and unmoving but the eye-catching detail was that there was no wound that had been caused outwardly. If it were a human, one would call it to be an attack on the heart but pureblooded vampires didn't experience this. They weren't superior beings for no reason.