Chapter Twenty-Eight

Channon’s POV

I push the door and it swings heavily open. The smell of blood is pungent and overwhelms my senses. Sat on a chair, four stairs above ground level is Admis. His head is bent down to the neck of a young brunette girl. She can’t be much more than eighteen years old. Her top half is naked, and her small breasts are exposed to the room. Huge, gnawed, holes are scattered across her limp body, but no blood escapes from them. She has been sucked dry. Her face is blank, and there is no light left in her eyes. He looks up from his meal with eyes the colour of raging fire. Blood drips from his exposed fangs. His claw like hand is around the back of her neck with a grip is so tight his nails are invisible in her skin.

‘Excuse the intrusion Sir.’ I blurt out and bow my head. I can’t look on this insidious scene any longer. ‘Ah, Channon. There you are!’ Admis stands to greet me. He simply let’s go of the young girls body and she drops like a sack of po