I could feel their eyes on us.

Their same blood red eyes that I remember so well.

All vampires were born in the day of the crimson moon. I would know, I was one as well. But the way they stared so hungrily at you… it made my blood boil. Simmer. It angered me to my very core.

And I was beyond the point of livid.

I pin them with a harsh glare, keeping you close as I shield you from their lustrous gazes.

“Cmon, ma chérie, we have places to be. Let’s go.”