The first thing that had greeted Lauden that night, aside from Silas' hanging figure, was the pinte of blood left there in his honor.
After giving it a good sniff and a taste, the vampire concluded it was safe to ingest and so, down he gulped it to quench his thirst.
As the crimson line streamed through his inner tubes, he couldn't help but imagine what Edna' s blood would have tasted like.
Truly, everywhere his eyes fell on the matter, every way he came at it from, the only thing that was as clear as day was the fact that none of it stood fair.
Much like the previous night, the guard peered through the little opening etched into the metal door.
Although, the first thing the man's eyes lay upon was neither of the vampires, but instead, the jug of blood that had been presented before Lauden's awakening.
"What's the matter?" the vampire's brow rose, a smirk adorning his lips, "Checking if I ingested your poison," he half asked.
