DRAGOȘ
My informant told me there were sightings of a vampire with a crescent moon and a rose bud tattoo on the right side of his temple. There was no doubt it was the one I was looking for.
“How long have you seen him there?” I asked, trying to gauge the intervals he’d been there from the last time he was at that place.
“It’s over a week now. It’s been six months since he last appeared,” he answered.
My mind calculated quickly. “So, he goes back to Suceava once in a couple of years and stays there for at least a couple of months.”
“Yes, and he moves around after that.”
“Isn’t it too predictable?” My brows were knitted.
“I think he’s got something going on here. For ordinary people, it isn’t that noticeable. But we, of course, keep track of him. Are you coming again this time?” he i
