No, brother!
Being a vampire is miserable enough. We damn near live in a hell of nine layers every day, enduring pain. There's really no need to turn our lives into the tenth layer, is there?
Hear me, Vite. It's not too late to stop now."
"Shut up!"
The oldest traitor captain turned around.
Even as a vampire, this guy maintained the state of a dried-up old man. The black lines emerging from his blood-red eyes indicated that he hadn't been doing well, evidenced by the heavy dark circles and the fear-twisted expression betraying unspeakable pressure inside him.
His wandering eyes and short temper clearly showed his sanity points had depleted. His strange mumblings were the best proof of his mental collapse.
The bastard had three vampires' hearts hanging on his chest, all kept beating by voodoo.
