fighting a vampire

Somehow, in the last few weeks, Melvin had demanded for more warm bloods than had ever been precedence. And so, within those few weeks, Mathew had been full on inside a hunt mode. He had made efforts and the results were visible. They were now even closer. Right now, due to the research they had done, he had actually been injected and his left hand had undergone an amazing transformation. Flexing it, he could feel the warm blood coursing through it.

Even now, as he remembered how gaunt Melvin had become, he could not help but shudder. The professor was obsessed, going for more and more until he did not even have time to sleep. His red eyes behind the glasses told of the story, while his increasing wrinkles marred his imperfect face. His beard had somehow grown to such proportions that it was scary. His hair to looked long and rustled. He had looked unkempt, but it was difficult even then to mask the gleam of intelligence and determination that flicked within his eyes.

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