The woman was on top of him there in the church floor. His pants were soaked with cum and memories of the shadow woman flooded back to him. His dark eyes were locked onto the knight and he smiled devilishly. You have a visitor. The many flowers spread throughout, yet all huddled in their own groups, waved and weaved in a chaotic unison as the wind brushed passed their various petals. He was back in his room at the church and the sun was coming up. “I am your mother.” She whispered into his ear. The most ancient and elder vampire smiled, blood spilling from his mouth. On his sixteenth birthday he was gifted an apprenticeship with Hallowhall’s finest blacksmith where he trained for two years. Adar again turned. The male howled in agony as Ser Bareth walked toward them calmly. Fate would show it’s hand in the form of a crying baby. “I am your mother.” She whispered into his ear. “Don’t worry, lad. She pulled away from him and looked into his eyes as of
