The man collapsed on the ground, blood pouring out of his wounds and forming a pool underneath him.
Willan stared at her blood-stained hands, a deep pit forming in her gut at the sight of the red stain on her skin. A chill crawled up and down her spine. 'A Vampire's blood is disgusting regardless of whether they are naturally born Vampires or manmade,' she thought until a cough interrupted her thoughts. Turning around, she saw Casper finally regaining consciousness. His eyes were hazy and glassy, as if he didn't know where he was or what had happened.
The young man pushed himself up from the ground with one hand as Willan rushed towards him, asking, "Master, are you okay?"
