Vlad’s POV
Blood.
I could smell it everywhere.
It was like the very air around me, and it drifted into every part of my soul and brought me to life. I was a ghost; a shadow upon the wall who could drift around and observe everything. I was a predator, a killer with nothing holding him back.
And soon, the world would feel my wrath.
I hadn’t left the building ever since I came. She insisted that it was the safest option, because it had been so since I walked among men that I probably wouldn’t be able to fit in with them.
The world had changed, apparently. Now there were several ways for me to be discovered, which was one thing I could never allow.
But tonight, there was something tantalising about the air that I couldn’t stop myself. It was the scent of blood, which I had been t
