Alain pulled his hood from his head, his yellow eyes glaring at them in the darkness. Canines bared. In a blur of movement, all six men fell to the ground, bones protruding from smashed limbs and necks. “They are all yours, Brother,” he cooed as he looked up the main street of Tenta. He lifted Karl to his feet, slapping him across the face. Teeth skittered onto the muddy ground as blood seeped from the man's smashed lips. “Where is the witch, called Lenga?”
“Up the hill,” he replied, his mouth a b****y mess.
“I thank you for your service,” Alain replied as he pushed his fingers into the man's mouth. Karl gagged and retched as long bony fingers sought their way to the back of his throat. Vomit erupted from his mouth, covering the vampire's hand. He pulled his fingers upward, tearing the t
