your eyes have widened with the disbelief of the sight in front of you — a vampire that has been slain by his own kin.

a vampire that brutally killed by another of his kind — his body bloodied and having been dismembered with such a cruelty that you cannot help the shiver that runs down your spine.

and suddenly you have been caught by his gaze — no longer scarlet with his bloodlust but now a shining shade of verdant.

“ i don’t plan on killing you, pretty. not yet, at least. “