Slaying the Vampire Conqueror

by Carissa Broadbent

Ascension, not death. Never death. Arachessen didn’t believe in death, only change. Just as the loss of our eyes didn’t mean the loss of sight, the loss of a heartbeat didn’t mean the loss of life.

Every one of them vampires. They felt different than humans, like a chord struck at a different tone, a minor note against a major, every shade of color just a little off.

She was the only one who promised comfort in the unknown.