LISA
William quickly tore a strip of cloth from his shirt and wrapped my bleeding hand with it. He was fine enough to stand but I suspected that he would be needing much more blood soon. He did not drink so much of my blood for he thought he would kill me. It was quite romantic when he thought that way. I always felt touched.
"We have to go now." He said to me as the banging on the door some distance away suddenly stopped. I guessed that the man, whoever he was had broken out. I could not agree more with William.
"Yes. Let's go. But quick question, do you know this so called King of theirs? He seemed pretty worked up on me earlier." I asked William as he stepped out of the cell.
"He is Baxter." He slowly replied.
"The Baxter?" I asked.
"Yes, the Baxter." He said again.
No wonder he
