Chapitre 235: Chapter Two Hundred And Thirty-five: The Escape

"Is he dead?" The vampire inquired, looking Asher all over before poking him slightly on the chest. His head lay limp and his blues lips chapped, his chalky skin was whiter and dry.

"What a fool you are, do vampires die from starvation?!" His brute partner shoved him roughly to the side before punching Asher on the face which stirred him.

They all knew vampires who haven't been fed for a long time would desiccate, staying unmoving and until they were fed would their healthy complexion return.

"Shouldn't you be gentle? Don't you remember, is Alpha's son we're treating this way?" The much smaller framed vampire reminded him with caution.

The brute grinned mockingly at him, he was amongst the few who knew the imprisoned fool with Raphael's face wasn't the real one. He was the son of Antonio, their alpha's enemy. 

They had to keep the secret from most vampires so they don't spread and warrant unnecessary attention.