DRAGOȘ
My face was covered with a black balaclava, and I wore my usual black leather jeans and jacket with a black shirt beneath it. With my booted feet, I kicked the oncoming vamps that had been alerted by our presence.
My team and I were raiding a vampire nest east of Suceava. It was a two-storey mansion owned by a certain old vampire named Ogdan, who had lived since the second century. I heard he had already been “killed” twice since then, but for some reason, he “resurrected.” How he did it was still a mystery to the Thracian Knights. Now was another attempt to get rid of him, as per our order from above. It had been a long time since they had tracked him down. Now, here we were.
I heard some groans and shouts in the northern part of the mansion. It must be my teammates who were fig
