The Village series continues. When a vampire feeds upon the innocence of youth, vengeance and retribution are swift.
“Don’t you die yet, you bastard,” I yelled into his face. “For I shall have your blood!” And, as he gasped his last breaths I stole what remained of his power.
I did not kill the last member of that clan. I wanted her to gaze upon my handiwork. I wanted her to realize that the landscape of her world had changed. I left a note, for her and for all her kind. Feed on those who would victimize children and you will be allowed to live. Victimize children yourselves and you will be destroyed. The message was simple and retribution was quick.
For several hundred years I traveled throughout the capitols of Europe and the Middle East, feeding on the dregs of humanity and disciplining the misbehaviors of the immortals. My childlike appearance is both my shield of protection and my pronouncement of those who I am sworn to protect. Of late, I have resettled in Los Angeles California. It is the center for the production of child pornography. It is well known for its incidents of social debauchery. Within the affluence and arrogance of great wealth the immortals frequently find safety and seclusion. I intend to stay for a while, because I expect the hunting shall be good.
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