After fifty years of undeath, Col is still considered a young vampire. When his Mater and protector goes missing, Col finds himself courted by a dark malevolence that threatens to destroy everything he holds dear.
... let us follow him into the embrace of night...

Ensanguined

“To the Sunset Cemetery.” said Conir. The car guided itself from the curb and looped around to face the other direction. Conir kept his foot on the brake and his hands on the wheel in case he needed to stop or swerve. It wasn't long before their apartment building went out of the sight behind blocks of warehouses and abandoned buildings. Theyeark's Old District splayed around them, lonely at the present hour. Conir checked the computer's clock- 1:21- the night was only halfway over. 


Conir's mind kept him from dozing. It replayed the images over and over with painful clarity, promising never to be satiated until the answers it sought were found. He wanted to speak them aloud, his fears and his confusion, but he couldn't bring the proper words to his lips. He couldn't devise a scenario in which his master and Col would fight, much less to the death. 


Chapter 18