This story takes place at The Guild's citadel in rural Iowa, in 1893, twenty-five years after Jorick's story.
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As the last of the clock's chimes died away, Krill pushed off from the wall. His shift as a guard was over for the evening, in time to grab a quick bath and get to bed.
He nodded to his replacement, one of a skeleton crew who would defend the important places of the citadel during daylight hours. He felt sorry for them. A vampire's instincts were to be hidden and sleeping once the sun took the sky. To stay awake and active during the day, even safe underground, took a lot of willpower, and extra blood.
I do not envy the cost of their meals.