Killian:
Caserta, Italy
I was expecting to meet an old man with a bald head and big belly. But Draco Bathory was way far from that.
Right now, while standing in the middle of a vast ballroom of this four-storey château, I was looking at a tall, lean and very respectful man, standing near a podium. He was looking sophisticated in a luxurious three-piece suit, complemented by his pale skin and dark penetrating eyes. It was as if he was looking deep into me, yet, his face was devoid of emotion.
And just by looking at him, I could tell what kind of being he was. There’s no way he was a human.
I could smell him.
‘Blood sucker!’
Though he smelled faintly like those monsters, I was still sure he was one of them.
It confused me. If he was a vampire, his daughter must be the same.
And I t
