Chapter Three
“I don’t know ... oof ... how many people ... grape juice! ... have had to drag a full-grown bull vampire ... ow! ... any distance, but you, sir, are not the easiest weight to shift.” I straightened up from dragging the vampire, and rubbed my back. The man didn’t look like he was made up of anvils, but he sure felt like it.
“Well, I could leave you here, but ...” I glanced around the hall. It seemed so uncaring to just abandon him in a cold hall surrounded by a Lego Millennium Falcon. Even if he was dead, which Spiky Pink Hair said he wasn’t. Although he sure seemed like he was dead. I’d felt for a pulse and found none, nor was his skin warm to the touch. I frowned down at him. “At least your head is still on, so no one had pulled a Highlander on you, and there is no sign o
