LIAM
Another day, another series of events that have come to be like a ritual.
Father drops me off in a nest of vampires where we take out more and more vampires or run away when they get too much. I am still nursing a nasty wound I got from the day before when we were ambushed,
We thought that the nest had a small number of vamps but turns out, it was a trap. My father's pack of rogues is now reduced by half because of that surprise. I was much wounded I had to be carried out there and later got an earful about it.
"You want to die?! Do you think I want you dead? If I say you didn't get to die, you don't get to die!"
Those fuckers had poisoned their weapons that's why the cut I have on my back is not healing. It hurts like a bitch but I don't care much about that.
Tonight we are in another bar but this time, I don't see any supernatural freaks, just the present ones- us- and humans. It's sweaty and smelling of unwashed bodies.
