It was now very clear to the vampires they were all doomed from the start. It was 'It's Either Kill or Be Killed... All men for himself.'
They fought for survival but they failed miserably. Every second there was one of them falling and dying in despair. They have betrayed their kingdom and had no way of surviving. Many gave up because they knew it was their end but few of them persisted.
The floor was littered with headless bodies. Heads were rolling on the ground as if they were competing not to be the last one to reach the finishing line. Blood sipped out the bodies, the ground was like a blood river of hell.
King Andrei was running fast killing the little vampires. How dare they challenge him? He was a centuries-old vampire and they thought he was their match?