BORIS went out and followed the car that came by his place using his sense of smell. It took him up north, on the highway going to Clessau, he found a group of men driving an old car and high fiving themselves. As if what they did was just some reversible prank.
One thing that he noticed among them was that they were not human. But they were not vampires either.
But Boris was fuming, vampire or not. These assholes will pay for what they’ve done.
He followed the car, jumping from trees to trees never losing sight on the vehicle. When the car finally took a turn into a secluded dirt road, Boris decided to show himself.
He jumped in front of the car, pushing his hands on the hood, instantly stopping the vehicle.
The loud music stopped and everyone in the car was surprised. They were
