Grizz
I pull up just as a black car with dark tinted windows pulls away. Tires squeal around the corner and hideous laughter rings in my ears. Before I can give chase, a flash of red catches my eye. Down the walkway, leading from the house are red footprints, soaked with the scent of blood.
Not a good sign.
I’m off the bike and in the house in seconds. The flask burns a hole in my pocket, but instead of reaching for it, I clench my fist. I’ll need every drop for the confrontation with the vampires, and something tells me that they’re already gone.
Augustine’s house is silent, but the scent of vampire is everywhere. My bear is out and wild. This place is silent as a f*****g tomb, and something tells me this hunt won’t end well.
I follow the bloody footprints backwards from the front do
