FLEEING from the slave house, the scenery that laid upon their eyes was a total nightmare. It was horrific and ominous! Blood and corpses were lying almost everywhere. It was like they were in the middle of a combat zone. At least for Yuki, it was unbelievable. The color drained from her face when she saw them. The sight was not an everyday scene for Yuki. Definitely. Yet Damien and Grace seemed fine. Grace just walked over and stepped on the corpses like it was the most natural thing to do. Like it was a carpet made of dead bodies.
'Well, at least that has explained the blood on his clothes,' thought Yuki, while being carried on Damien's shoulder like a potato bag. They even put a robe over Yuki to 'protect' her from the sun. Seriously?
She wanted to scream and say that she was not a vampire, but Grace signed 'don't' with her face. Luckily, the robe helped in making her body warm in this cold weather.
