Kane POV
The vampire’s back slammed up against the wooden panels of the room, cracking under the weight of the impact as I dug my claws into his throat. He gasped and chocked for air, coughing as he attempted to speak with his wind pipes nearly collapsed. His hands raised, slamming down on my own. The force of the impact shook my grip on the bloodsucker, presenting him with the opportunity to free himself. His body collapsed toward the cold floor, the slap of his palms hitting the ground echoing in the room as he raised his head to glare at me.
“You beasts and your tempers” he coughed out, straightening out his attire.
He knows. He can not live.
I know. I growled in response, searching the room for any weapon that would be affective against a vampire. But aside fro
