A bloodcurdling scream echoed through the basement as the hot knife slashed through Asher's skin.
"Don't blame me little brother, the hotness is to stop any infection " Raphael told Asher who was glaring at him with anger.
"You're definitely sick in the head " Asher spat, throwing his head back from the effect of the pain.
Why should vampires worry about infections? They were undead creatures who couldn't be killed by such mundane diseases any longer - you can't kill what is already dead.
His half-brother Raphael has taken advantage of "bleeding him out " to torture him.
"Then, forgive me for being inexperienced " he shamelessly replied to him and removed the knife from his skin, returning it to the stove where it was being reheated.
" I wonder why I like you so much, little brother " Raphael remarked, causing Asher to glance up at him with an undiluted look of disdain.
But remained silent.
