CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY TWO
He just gives me a patient smile, “How are you feeling?”
I blink, stretching my neck a little, "Just a bump on the head but nothing serious. What are you-?”
My question trails off when I see the bodies lying on the ground around me. They seem to be almost sleeping except for how pale and waxy their skin is.
“Ah,” I move back from the one closest to me. “Did you-?”
“I was a little peckish,” Malcolm shrugs. “I knocked them out before I fed from them. But I sadly had to kill them. They weren't very good people.”
“I see,” I mutter, feeling dazed. “What are you doing here?”
He shrugs, “Passing by. I've been hearing whispers so I was curious about this village. This seems to have been an odd infestation in the surrounding villages.”
He seems almost amused and a little bit intrigued.
“But you seem different from the last time we met, little one.”
Now that I look at him, there is no hiding the age in his eyes.