“My Vampire was freshly Emerged and though I drank him to the brink of death, unfortunately I didn’t finish the job,” he said bitterly. “He got away?” I asked in surprised and he nodded. “I left him there with his throat half ripped out, figuring the job was done. And I ran as far away from that place as I could, never to look back. But word of his survival reached me eventually and I’ve regretted that ever since,” he said. I brushed my fingers over his shoulders as I gave him a sad look. “Couldn’t you go back and get the blood you were owed?”
im so mad hes not dead
