Driven by survival instincts, no matter how negligibly small the possibility was, Mark Parsons ended up running for his life.
At night, the neighborhood was full of rabid vampires, but so what??? His hiding place was close by! If Ryan Caldwell thought that he had won, he was sorely mistaken!
As soon as he got into safety, he would ask for a helicopter to the airport! His private jet was already waiting for him there! He could escape to anywhere, away from England, away from the prejudicial Law Of The Three Races!
Mark Parsons could already see the entrance door of the small building. His heart started pounding hard from excitement.
Ten more steps...
Five...
Two...
When the man reached the doorstep, he almost cried from delight. Unfortunately, it was not over yet.
He was not inside the building yet.
He needed to go in fast...
Quickly, before any rabid vampire showed up...
Mark fumbled around his shirt and pants pockets for his keys.
They were not there.
