บท 88: Macabre Artist

When the Wild Vampire swiped the metallic cane at Max with the intent of wounding him, it didn't tear any flesh but instead, it tore some skin of his fellow Wild Vampire. The receiver of the blow squeled, then it moved back and away.

Realizing that Max was gone, the vampire wielding the metallic cane turned about to see if he could spot him anywhere near. The other too didn't mind some part of his flesh lying on the ground, searching for the escaper.

They cried in anger and dashed in different directions.

'Wild Vampires, and in that one Vampire Slaves!'

Max could not believe it.

'They lack scent! They wouldn't care... a human, a vampire, a Vampire Slave... they are going to attack! They can't be killed and I can't heal, fuck it!'