Christopher Dawson
My breaths slow. I’ve slowed. But I’m still standing. Only one vampire left, the leader. Water splashes at my chest, I’ll have to swim out of here. The vampire circles me. He’s not in any better condition than I am.
“You’ve killed them all, light-sucker. Those were my family, and you dispatched them without any care—They were your family too. How do you not see that?”
“Family? No, I have no family. The only family I had was killed by your ancestor, The First. And sure enough, I’ll kill him too. Tell me, what does it feel like to stare at death in the eyes? Are you afraid?”
“Afraid? I fear nothing—I am a direct descendent of, The First!”
“What cloth you are cut from doesn’t intimidate me—It’ll soak with blood, just like any other.”