The moment reality blinked and corrected itself, ripper, the black haired vampire that had been accompanying Conan, immediately had his eyes shrink into pin holes, hastily putting up whatever defenses he could, the threat he'd felt from those flames having stoked every ounce of danger in his body..
"Fuck… just what did I get myself into this time?.." the young vampire thought grimly, as he finally set sight on the two dreadful figures that had appeared, his face paling considerably at the sight…
He was strong, no doubt, being a pure blooded vampire, and being one from an illustrious family like the twilights, a family with a rich history in breeding monsters, the term weak, could never have been used to describe him.
And yet, the moment his eyes fell on the two creatures that had appeared out of nowhere, bringing literal hell with them, that was exactly how he felt.
Weak!
