Alardis looked over the shaking head of the lesser vampire. She was crying, trembling, words of forgiveness coming out of her lips. Meanwhile, the outside was still dark as the inside, their kind hidden from the world above. What he once called an abode of his own clan was now a residence of ten, excluding the undead. This was what they got with humans' continuous yearning for their heads.
Ha! Puny humans. It made no sense that vampires were losing to them.
While Evelina was chosen as their chance for rising, she went ahead to fool with herself. To fool with them. His doubts of her intensified as burning rage coursed through him.
"Lord Alardis, forgive me!" cried the lesser vampire. It was amusing how she could when liquids flowing in her body had long been gone. "Had I not decided to pursue them, the others would have lived."
