Vampires are people tooThe sun burned brightly in the west, so Kevlik moved his horse a little further into the shadows so the golden rays wouldn’t penetrate his eyes. His coal grey steed Ceres whinnied softly, hungry or anxious; sometimes even Kevlik couldn’t tell. His shift would keep him out patrolling the gates of Holta until the sun broke the line of trees and then, another respective hour after that. Two lines of troops would replace him for the night shift. He wasn’t particularly anxious to be relieved. Actually, Kevlik found he rather liked his position. As a Lordly-Night of HoVampires are people too
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