Chapter 65

Vlad stopped behind my back so I couldn't see the response on his face, "Do you know where Dostov is?" He speaks softly.

"And I think I can get him back. Isn't that what you want, Vlad? A successor to your clan?" I asked before turning to face him. Before I could look at him, my body was slammed into the thick carpet beneath me, Vlad pressed my chest just above my heart with one of his hands. The air in my lungs was blown out of my mouth by the sudden push .

Vlad curled up on top of me, a sadistic grin on his face. Terror rushed into my mind as I saw his two long fangs aim at my face.

"Where is Dostov?" His voice turned deeper and deeper and the little blue veins stretched across his face. This is the true form of the Vlad I knew seventy years ago ... He's a monster.

'Where?" he repeated along with the pressure of his hands that began to hurt my ribs .

"San Francisco." I answered with difficulty because the pressure of his hand on my chest made it hard to breathe.

"Is he still trying