“Vampires can’t reproduce…”
Ser Bareth wasted no time in running headfirst into the halls of the castle until he came upon a bundle of cloth within a great and black veiled crib. Her figure seemed to grow larger and her voice louder. Her figure seemed to grow larger and her voice louder. Blood ran along her chin and dripped down her chest along her pale breast. “Vampires can’t reproduce…”
Ser Bareth wasted no time in running headfirst into the halls of the castle until he came upon a bundle of cloth within a great and black veiled crib. Bareth pointed the tip of the blade at the male vampire, who was quickly deteriorating from the wound. “I am your mother.” She whispered into his ear. You are son of Azar. This time he was faced with a tall woman dressed in black. Their ecstasy, however, had blinded and dulled their senses. He was covered in sweat and his heart beat rapidly in his chest.
