Inside a dark and confined room, there were these Vampires whose skin was as pale as chalk, and bodies as thin as sticks.
However, these weren't normal Vampires.
Unlike the dignified and respectable look that most Vampires were known for, this group of eight were wearing bloodstained and untidied black robes. Their postures were bent and leaning on one leg as if they couldn't support their own bodies.
And judging from the absent-minded looks on their faces, Michael would have mistaken them for a group of drunk men and women who had just come from a halloween party.
"That's what happens when Vampires drink human blood," Guillermo explained. "We lose all our reasoning, succumbing only to our base natural urges as if we're some kind of rabid animal."
Guillermo and the Drone stood inside the small recess of the walls, with nothing but dust and cobwebs around them.
They peeked through the cracks of the degraded wooden walls, careful not to expose their location.
