(Jude's POV)
The long day slowly turned into a cold evening. Sitting outside the hospital, watching sick vampires come and go was a bit depressing. My mind was racing with worry and concern that I decided to count each sick vampire that walked into the building to distract myself.
1.2.3.4 and 5.
More and more vampires came in, barely any came out. Since the war ended I've noticed the streets weren't crawling with the normal blood drinkers. More humans walked without fear on the outside.
6.7.8.9.
Three vampires, all young in age, walked hand in hand up the stairs to meet their fate. Their faces were blue from the lack of food they've been denied.
10...
Number 10. 10 vampires in the last half hour. Was this going to be the end of vampires? There were no killings, which meant no blo
