Pale was that lifeless woman under the lighthouse in the middle of the night, while she was penetrated with force by that equally pale man.
−Necrophilia? -A girl asks, pale and bright as the moon.
−Sasha. -The man says as he gets up calmly, as if his actions were not of great importance. -Is it necrophilia if I'm dead?
−Yes - Answers Sasha dryly. -Anthony, Cain wants to see you.
He did not say another word, but he felt a fear worse than that girl before dying.
It does not look like this world, or maybe it has its feet on the ground more than any other being.
−Surely you ask what I called Anthony.
−What do you want from me? ... first vampire.
−Me? Nothing.
−I made him call you -said a soft voice unknown. She was a woman who did not seem to have any feeling.
−Clarissa ... - Anthony says without being able to move.
−The same −he says as he enters. −You know, that night I was scratched by a vampire. The same one who killed you while seeking revenge for my death. We never recovered the child, I ate it ... when I thirsted for blood ...
A horrible Machiavellian smile was the last thing Clarissa saw.
−Anthony, the boy ...− were the last words spoken by her.
Blood ran, sheets, all stained with the blood of the same woman.
−Clarissa, hold on ... -The man's sob invades the room, while the maids stop fighting against the blood that came out of the pregnant woman's neck without stopping.
The next day Anthony is buried next to his wife Clarissa.
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