I turned to see the object of their attention, Fulton Falls’ creepiest vampire.
He swept towards us, a gothic horror dressed in black. I noticed how others edged away from him. Even the weregators, known for their fearless brutality when they chose to use it, backed a few steps away. Only one man stood his ground when the Judge swept past him. He never moved an inch back, not even when the vampire’s flapping black cape fluttered over his muscular body. It was enough to take my attention from the 300-year old vampire to check out this unique para.
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