DAMIEN
I stood frozen, my boots rooted to the floor as my brain tried to process the gruesome tableau in front of me.
There was no trace of the vampire’s head. It was just... gone.
In its place was a spray of finely crushed bone and gray matter, decorating Allison’s pristine walls in a gore-ish painting. The head hadn't just been severed, it had been atomized from the point where the collar sat.
Given my line of work, I was well acquainted with gore. I’d seen bodies torn apart by lycans, drained by vampires, and rotting in ditches. But a wave of nausea hit me hard as the copper tang of fresh blood mixed with the ozone smell of burnt flesh.
His head had bloody exploded.
What a brutal way to go. Leave it to an abomination to dream up such a deranged execution method.
“Do forgive me fo
