Sounds of groans filled the silent alley. A man squatted In front of each fallen man. Glancing at the men who either had their hands or legs broken, he shook his head in utmost pity.
"None of their's match" the man said to an inconspicuous figure at a side of the alley.
Sitting up straight, Elsa asked lazily, "Fifty men and none of their bloods match? Isn't that a little bit impossible?"
The white beard man who felt bad at being doubted, stood in front of her in a flash.
"Hey" he called out, bending to poke her with a finger, "I'm not just an old useless vampire, my fangs ain't for nothing"
Elsa who had her eyes lowered, yawned lazily. Getting to her feet, she headed out of the valley.
The man's fangs already elongated as he stayed lustfully at the bloods spewing from the injur
