Chapter 48: Bloodlines

Amun snarled and reeled back. He started running his hands down his face, clawing at his own throat and neck.

“Wh-what…” he sputtered, choking and gagging. He spit repeatedly, blood mixed with saliva.

“Does it burn?” Emilia asked, smiling coyly.

Amun turned raging, crimson eyes at her. He pointed a finger at her, holding his throat with his other hand. The skin on his neck was rotting away like he’d drunk acid.

“What did… wh-what is th-this?” Amun snarled, his voice cracking and breaking as his vocal cords melted.

“A vampire can’t drink dead blood,” Emilia said.

“He’s not…” Amun’s voice failed and he made several groaning sounds, grabbing his throat. His knees wobbled and he leaned against one of the posts on the four-poster bed.