Chapter 21Sarony managed to cover the dead girl with a blanket from the boot of the Subaru. While he did so he kept his eyes averted from her bloodied, dead face. “I’m sorry, I really am,” he issued in an almost strangled voice he barely recognised as his own. Tears spilled from his face on to the blanket as he swiped them away with the back of his hand. If only there was a way out of this terrible curse.
“But there is, Sarony. Death. Death is the only way out.”
What was it Sefton had once said when Sarony had begged to be released from the terrible atrocities he and the other man had performed in the sixties? “Why don’t you go to the doctor’s, Johnny and see if he can cure vampirism with some medicine,” and Sefton had laughed with customary derision. Sarony had been good for such a long
