Belly Full of Blood - Chapters 1-4 (not for sharing - Copyright Protected 2020 )

each of them rotten and pointing in a different
direction. Ghouls did not care where they found
blood, that sweet, warm, life providing ichor that was
the first and last reason the entirety of the vampire
horde did anything. Dogs, cats, mortals, dead dogs,
dead cats; anything. They were wretched fucking
scumbags, and even the rest of the undead hierarchy
looked down on them. They were dogs to them,
disposable foot soldiers.
As the wretchedness of the swamps reach their
end, thick and creeping roots form into endless,
white forests, known simply as the Labyrinth to those
in the mortal lands. The Labyrinth was just as likely
to kill you if you were lucky enough to avoid the
many breeds of vampires that live within its
protection. Harvestmen: grotesque and disfigured
vampires that at some point were born out of dark
magic, their bodies contorted, and their bones
twisted and reformed to create a visceral beast.
Hunstmen vampires resembled the torso and thighs