Chapter Fourteen
Very much like Count Vlade, Mal seldom slept during the night hours. Often taking short naps during the day, he slept no more than two hours a night, for his complicated artists mind was often consumed with many different things, mostly a battle for his own survival.
Knowing quite well that if he continued on as he had been that he would perish, he finally made the hard decision, a complicated one he’d been postponing for over twenty-five years and until the moment one that he still was not comfortable with.
It was still early as Vampires see things, a little after midnight and his friends were gone, most of them that is, except Oba and King. They we’re upstairs doing something with his computers, mostly what he had been teaching King since they met almost two years ear
