Willie moved swiftly, leaping from rooftop to rooftop, his breath steady, his eyes sharp. Below, shadowed figures loomed in the dim light. He narrowed his gaze, trying to make them out.
Humans.
His stomach twisted with unease. His instincts flared. A trap.
"Damn bastard worshippers," he muttered under his breath, scanning his surroundings for an escape.
The group below smirked, their eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
From the darkness, a swarm of vampires emerged, fanning out in all directions, sealing off his escape. Around fifty of them.
Willie tensed, shifting his stance. His eyes flicked from one foe to another, searching for an opening. He stepped back—only to halt when more vampires appeared behind him. He was surrounded.
Exhaling sharply, Willie closed his eyes for a brief second. Next, with a sudden burst of energy, he lifted his right foot and slammed it down onto the rooftop.
The tiles beneath him shattered.
