The vampire god still lives
Blake stepped out of the cozy cabin, his mind still whirling from the tumultuous events of the past few days. Rose slumbered peacefully inside, exhausted from her ordeal but finally safe in his arms once more. He had lain her down gently, pressing a reverent kiss to her brow before slipping away to clear his head.
The night air was crisp and clean, filled with the gentle sounds of nocturnal creatures going about their business. Blake breathed deeply, savoring the tranquility and letting it soothe his troubled thoughts. It was a stark contrast to the chaos and violence that had dominated his existence recently.
Just as he was beginning to truly relax, a distant sound caught Blake's attention - the unmistakable rumble of an approaching engine. His senses immediately snapped to full alert, body tensing as he strained to pinpoint the source of the disturbance.