The two vampires chilled in the trees while observing the hunters walking on the ground.
Luciel and Melisa had to slow down so the humans wouldn't lose sight of them. They were already hard to track down as it is during the dark.
At least it was late autumn and thanks to the illuminating moonlight that lighted up the sky, they could track the vampire's silhouettes.
Luciel was sitting on one tall tree, on one of its thickest branches. He couldn't believe that he was actually returning to Nosferatu's nest.
He shivered a little after imagining him getting furious over Lady Seline's death.
"Hey, Melisa," Luciel started after some period of silence.
He couldn't stop thinking about Nosferatu and his human farm now when they were getting close.
Each step toward his nest felt heavier, his mind replaying the possible reactions Nosferatu might have to Lady Seline's death
