The young man, however, kept on denying the fact that he was a spy sent from Xanmar.
“Please! I am telling you that we are not spies.” That man crawled on his fours and fell on the vampire soldier’s feet.
He grabbed that vampire’s leg and literally begged for mercy, “We are the villagers. We’ve been living in Sorvando for generations. You cannot do this to us! You cannot misuse your powers on innocent and powerless humans.”
The woman was by now choking so badly that she could barely breathe. She was kicking her legs on the ground and was trying to scratch that vampire’s wrist in order to get out of his hold, but to no avail.
No matter how much he pleaded, it didn't look like that vampire was going to let go of his friend.
That man couldn’t bear to hear his friend gasping for air and fighting for her life. “I told you we are just villagers!” he screamed at the top of his lungs and dug his teeth into that vampire’s hard skin.
