Time seemed to stop for few seconds before ticking again and Morgan heard a spluttering sound. Rushing over to their side, she saw the vampire, wide eyed and spitting out blood as he held Damien on the shoulder with his other hand. A look of relief came on her face and she pushed the vampire away. He fell to the ground with a thud and his body slid down to enter the grave Damien already dig for him. She went to stand at the edge and saw the hole that Damien made in his chest.
"Now we need to fill this up again," she muttered under her breath.
"Morgan."
The voice was a bare whisper and it sank deep into her ears. She turned around immediately and looked at him with raised brows and that was when she realized. The vampire had successfully stabbed the knife into Damien's chest.
He pulled the knife out and his knees gave way immediately. He fell to the ground, kneeling with his palm touching the bare ground as his head hung low and he threw up blood.
