CHAPTER 186 - Off Track.

Sometime ago.

Blood pooled across the cold stone floor, reflecting the dim light that filtered through the window. 

The air in the room was thick with tension and terror, and the scent of death mingled with the faint, lingering screams that had now faded into silence.

The chamber, already old and broken, now looked completely ruined, its walls painted in deep red as lifeless vampire bodies lay scattered, torn apart in a gruesome display. 

Honestly, they didn't even look like bodies anymore. They looked like pieces of meat scattered around the room.

The vampires were known to have an outstanding healing factor, but that didn't mean they would heal back up after their heads were severed—only the strongest of the vampires might be capable of doing that.

They were all killed the moment Alex discovered that things had gotten way off track.

He only needed one guy alive, so he kept one.