Scorpio

I was mad. Well, that wasn't news. I was always mad recently. I couldn't believe we had lost. We had lost woefully to the vampires and had barely made it back to our land when we had fleed.

I winced as the maid dabbed a piece of cotton wool on my face, using it to clean my wounds. I would heal pretty quickly but I had survived enough wounds from the fight that I would like to clean them up and not look like what I had fought. The men would soon come in before my body was ...