It was only until he looked up that he finally saw what was making his whole body tingle.
A woman with curly blond hair, clad in a stylish red gothic gown, hovered over their pickup, one hand holding on to his uncle’s neck.
Though the man was a lot bigger, he still struggled to free himself from the said woman’s grasp.
The assailant took notice of him, seeing that he had just gotten out of the vehicle, wide eyes while staring at them.
“Hello there, boy! Would you be the one they call Rory, or would this handsome more delicious looking fellow here be him?” She asks, smiling.
It showed his two perfectly sharp and long fangs that were almost coming out of her lips. Her eyes were blood red as she kept turning her sight from him to his uncle.
“s**t!” He ended up backing away.
He looked
