"Accept what?" her face froze.
"Truth be told," broken screens flashed, "-I'm a vampire."
Screams of help, the sound of bones breaking, the gluttonous groan of the crawler. Mild tremors diffused per their steps.
"A vampire?" she gulped,"-what then?"
"I need, "caressing her neck, "-blood. Your blood."
"I trust you," said she in a soft-spoken tone and compassionate expression.
*Slam!* the door flung open; a tall figure entered with a pig-like creature in his arms. Fierce eyes submerged in a black veil, rounded white spots marked the retina. A strange symbol ran from the forehead, down the nose, and spread around the mouth. A dark complexion, short hair, and protruding horns. Ling's grip nearly pierced skin, her face paled.
"It's him," she let a whimper.
The seeking gaze struck Igna and the cowering lass. "You there," patting the pet, "-what's your name?"
"My name?" returned Igna.
