KIERAN BLACKWOOD
I speed down the deserted road as the dark moonlight outlines the horizon, and the abandoned skyscrapers of an old industrial district rise ahead.
The unfinished buildings stand like dead shadows against the night sky, grim reminders of lives that never existed there.
It's the perfect place for a confrontation without witnesses, an ideal setting for the kind of ambush we planned.
I choose a safe area to park, far enough to avoid attention but close enough to react if something goes wrong.
I open the trunk, grabbing the two silver pistols — each loaded with bullets that will be deadly to vampires — and wrap them around my waist.
I also pick up the wooden stakes with silver-reinforced tips and place them in the holders.
Preparation is essential, and any mistake tonigh
