บท 196: Chapter One Hundred And Ninety-six: Impersonators.

It was night, but a figure could be seen carrying a corpse on his shoulder as he sped further into the woods.

Reaching the desired spot, he dumped the dead auburn-haired woman roughly and sped away only to return moments later with a shovel in hand.

The moon shone brightly and fully on the earth, it's light causing the trees to form eerie shadows but a certain vampire who was immersed in digging up a grave wasn't bothered by it.

The task of digging a six feet grave which would have taken at least two men about five or four hours to complete was taken on by Iark.

According to orders given by Raphael, he had to ensure the witch was buried tonight before her fellow sisters sensed her disappearance. Once she was buried without the proper witchy ritual, she wouldn't return to earth as renewable magic and her soul untraceable.

So here he was standing inside the grave and heaving dirt out of it when he felt something scratch his feet.