diary of a vampire

Without a whisper Quincy moved about the old cabin cleaning. He knew his father's men were out in the woods, watching him, the werewolf blood coursing through his blood saw to that. He was a mutt. The experiments his father had done to him had worked perfectly, but Quincy knew all to well. That just meant he would be poked and prodded more, to figure out why Dracula's son had taken to the experiments so well.