Darius was watching out of his balcony at the row of mountains, that was at a far distance yet still visible. The cool night air soothed his skin and ruffled his dark curls. He rested his hands on the railings while leaning forward.
The dim light of the moonlight was enough to see the troughs and crests of his muscles. He was exhausted, not physically but mentally.
The vampires could not get tired physically as they did not have a heart. They could only be weak due to the lack of power, and their power came from the blood they drank. And if it was human blood- the more, the merrier!
These days were rough for him. The images that he was trying to bury deep in his mind kept resurfacing. He was agitated, restless. Edwin O'Dell was getting on his nerves, challenging his authority.
After Darius put a proposal of open war, which got rejected by the coven, their network of spies in three more towns had eradicated.
