The Vampire Council

The knife pierced through my palm, and a searing hot pain shot up my arm.

“Aah!” I cried out.

The attacker came out of hiding, and I immediately tightened my grip around the knife lodged in my palm, ensuring my attacker couldn’t easily retrieve it for another strike.

“Die, you hybrid scum!” he spat the words out in disgust, and though I couldn’t properly make out his face, his eyes burned with unmistakable hatred. This was not a man I could reason with.

He pulled out another knife. “My Lord will be the Prince, he will be ruler!”

“Your Lord?” my eyebrows pinched together.

Had Silas gone deaf that he couldn’t hear me fighting for my life?

“Hurry up, Blake,” Silas urged, peeking through the window with no care in the world.

“I’m sorry, as you can see, I have silver protruding through my palm!” I exclaimed, brandishing my hand as I seized my attacker by the throat, swiftly turning half of his limbs to stone.

His eyes widened in shock. “Wh-what are you doing?”