The Vampire's Muse

Prologue

At first, I thought it was death itself, coming to finally pick me up and drag me to the deepest crevice in hell where murderers like me belong in. But instead, as the man pulled down the hood of his dark robe that cast a shadow over his face, I found myself staring into a pair of—very much alive—bright red eyes. I shivered under his gaze.The warmth of the blood oozing out of the open wound on my stomach was seeping into my clothes and spreading all over my torso. The joints in my ankles burned. I wanted to move, to run away from the red-eyed man who was slowly approaching me. His skin was scarily pale—white, almost—that even under the dim moonlight, I could spot the veins under it. There was something sinister about him that I didn’t want to associate myself with, especially when I can’t defend myself.My right hand twitched. The absence of the familiar sensation of my callused fingers brushing against the leathered hilt of my knife confirmed my fears. My gaze peeled off of the myst