I finished the last drop of her blood in a narrow alley behind the market. Licking my lips I tasted the sweetness of the gorgeous red velvety liquid. Still, it was nowhere close to the Garde's blood I once tasted, but it did its deed by making me feel satisfied. The corpse was lying at my feet, my black lacquered shoes were as if not even made for this scene.
I made sure to check my contact lenses were in place. I didn't want others to see my crimson eyes. If Icarus saw them, he might put two and two together and understand that I was actually a vampire. His doubts about me would become true and I wouldn't be able to convince him otherwise as I managed to do until now. I flung my heavy black leather coat around to get rid of some of the water drops on it and walked back to the market, pul
