That thought normally would have filled me with joy or at least relief that the fight was over and that I had won, but the roar of flames reminded me that I still had bigger problems to deal with. With some effort, I shoved the dead vampire off me, leaving Domination stuck in his chest, and sat up to get a better look at the basement.
The fire had consumed nearly the entire place now. A good chunk of the boxes full of books were burning brightly, while grandpa’s old rocking chair had flames dancing all over it. The smoke was intense, covering most of the basement and making it hard to see anything. The smoke smelled disgusting, but oddly enough I could still breathe. Maybe being a half-vampire meant I didn’t need air like a human.
In any case, Dad was still a normal human, even if one wh
