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

The Dustries were like rank and file boxes beneath him; The night sky a dazzling, cloudless canopy above. There were no people below, only trundling trucks and tankers enjoying the unrivaled roads. Smoke rose in heavy headed plumes. 


Aikkul ceased flapping as he crossed a strip of the Olds and entered the Lows. A north-westerly wind carried him slowly with little need of encouragement. Aikkul felt strong, stronger than he'd ever been; His wings smooth and intuitive, his eyes questing. Still, the low volume plea of his hunger bothered him, though he also felt filled. He would hunt and feed, he decided, then he would kill the enemy of his Nosu. 


'And when I am done, I will find Drazhan.' he thought, smiling crimson down onto the sprawling tenementst. Drazhan would no longer treat him like some decade-old youngling. He would be king, would Aikkul, and none would deny him. 


Chapter 31