Christopher Dawson
Only a few vampires left. I'm soaked in blood and general bits of gore. My wounds aren't healing quickly enough. I need energy, but these bloodsuckers have nothing pure about them, I refuse to even attempt extracting the energy I need from them. Their claws are sharp, teeth sharper, and the ones remaining must be the strongest. They may even have a brain inside their heads, which I plan on freeing from their skulls.
“You're good, light-sucker."
'Light sucker?'
“I am the light, you are darkness."
“That's funny. You call yourself, the light? At the end of the day, you're no different from us… maybe less messy, but still the same."
Enough talk. The one who speaks closes in slowly, but he's trying to distract me.
“We are nothing alike. You feed on anybody who wanders
