Kimberly is a Monster Slayer and I'm a vampire — basically, we're like a lion and a gazelle. And the fact that the gazelle is me, even though I'm a vampire while she's just human, is pretty damn depressing.
At this point, all my intense training with John Hardley should have lost its meaning, considering that Kimberly, despite everything, has no intention of killing me. Right?
And yet, here I am, stepping out of John's villa — there's still an hour before sunrise, and there isn't a single living soul around.
I mean, just because she doesn't intend to kill me doesn't mean others won't try in the future. You always have to be ready for anything, especially when you live a life as far from ordinary as mine.
I'm lazily walking through the dark streets on the outskirts of New York, lost in my thoughts and exhausted from the brutal training that drained every last drop of my Sanguis energy, when...
