Without Fear

After Ruby went to bed, Ash thought about his revenge the way he did every night. Even with weeks to think about it, he had yet to come to a conclusion.

He was one vampire against the largest and undeniably strongest coven in North America. The Cromwells had at least sixty vampires in their ranks so they had been able to slaughter his comrades easily.

He wasn't terribly gifted at blood magic either. He couldn't make others do his bidding by controlling their blood and his barriers were never complete domes.

The one aspect of magic Ash was good at involved detecting whether or not there was something wrong with someone else's blood. Before the days of blood pills, he had been talented at sniffing out weak prey that would go down easily.

That was completely useless to him now. That skill only ever worked on humans anyway and they were no longer treated as prey but beings to be feared and respected.