"Where do you think you are going?" It was the voice of the vampire Prince. In that moment, Velma knew that the tree spirit was right.
She could never play the game of fate with the gods as this was their game.
He emerged from the shadows, his pale skin glowing as it was illuminated by the light from the blew visible moon. "Tell me." His fangs glistened as he said those words coldly, his red eyes shining like flame orbs in the growing night— reflecting on the trees around.
Velma swallowed hard and looked about her. There was no escape; no matter where she ran, the vampire prince was sure to come after her easily. It was his land that he had roamed for maybe about a thousand years. "Looking for shelter," she finally responded, squaring up.
