Trinity
The man didn’t look quite human or even like the vampires at the castle. He was almost skeletal, frail-looking, but there was nothing in the way he spoke that told me he wouldn’t snap my neck in an instant, given half a chance.
“What have we here?” He hissed as I reared back. “A human.”
“A human?”
I screamed as another one appeared in front of me. His eyes were dark as the night. He was pale and drawn as if he was starving.
“It’s been centuries since I’ve tasted human blood. How could a human have stumbled into our little prison?”
“A gift?” Another one said. “A sign?”
“What does it matter? Let’s just—”
“Out of the way,” another one hissed. “I get the first bite.”
They hissed at each other, and as they squabbled, I turned and ran back through the red-lit path. I didn’t k
