Shock and terror, the body was none other than Vermont's laid limp before the entrance-way in a sloppy manner. The old man's neck was torn wide open, and blood was still spreading rapidly across the hardwood floor. The cut was precise, aimed to open his jugular without damaging the tissue that held his head in place, and around where the skin was parted with a sharpened blade, four small holes pierced Vermont's flesh, akin to that of a [i]bite mark.[/i]

	[color=662d91]"Oh, he's coming inside~"[/color] A woman's voice reverberated through the front entrance hall, emanating from the testing chamber that Vermont had used the night before to demonstrate his abilities. It was unfamiliar to Victor. Who was that?

	[b]"Of course, so foolish,[/b]" Vale's voice rung out. It was him, after all! [i]"I smell his blood, oh yes, so youthful,[/i] would it be a sin for me to partake? [i]Just a handful,[/i] [b]oh though you can't really stop me, can you?[/b]" The two voices came from inside the chamber, but before Victor could respond or retreat, the woman called to him:

	[color=662d91]"Come on in, little boy! There's no need to fear this roundabout little vampire!"[/color]