Chapter Seven: BrowningBrowning the Vampire was in a foul mood today. He had set up his royal court in an abandoned warehouse on Main Street. Sheriff Harris would be quite annoyed if he ever found out that the vampire who planned to turn his town into a nest of bloodsuckers had established himself only four blocks away from the police station.
He sat in a makeshift throne room he had arranged with a comfy reading chair and a dais. He reclined lazily over the chair, being waited on by a group of minor vampire servants he had just converted earlier that night. Anyone could see he wasn't quite satisfied with his meager surroundings. He'd have preferred a throne made out of human bones and servants only of the nubile female kind, but no one can have everything he wants—even if he's a powerful
