Kane's POV:
--Flashback--
I could barely open my eyes. I had already lost so much blood and I felt so weak. The dark figure or vampire or whatever he was, still had me gripped tightly by the neck. My body was hanging limp, still in his chokehold. The person who'd shown up earlier, Bryson, had his hand clapped around the murderer's throat.
"I told you to leave the damn boy alone!” Bryson yelled.
A sinister smile appeared on the vampire’s bloodied face, “Fine. I could use a healthy exercise before my meal.” He hissed and bore his fangs to my face before letting my weak body crumble to the ground.
Bryson moved forward with the first punch but after that, they became a massive ball of blur. I tried to keep my eyes open but it was no use. I was too weak to even move. I felt
