"I can last at least a month on that blood, and they were robbing a woman" Carlos said, "as for my sire, I expect that was his first feed in a month or so as well; he should have been able to handle it better being an ancient." Carlos said, in thought. "And as for leaving town, that’s not an option, I’ve lived here for 500 years and I’m staying here. I have to take care of Ashley anyway" Carlos said, his voice softening a considerable amount when he spoke of Ashley.
Marcus Tyrant slid quietly through the shadows that surrounded the old church, Marcus Tyrant sniffed the air and chuckled evilly.
He thinks surrounding himself with priests, a weak youngling and a Half breed will save him, I’ll soon prove that wrong Marcus thought, extending his claws and fangs and signalling for his cronies to get ready to belt down the strong wooden doors.
(What happened to Fabio? Oh and that’s the other Marcus. Marcus Leon is his adopted sire and Marcus Tyrant is his real sire (I know, I know, bad sense of humour

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