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

one which had developed back in the days of his young
captivity. As if on command, Wren’s eyes began to darken,
his eyeballs became black, and his pupils became a shade
of extremely pale blue, and in an instant, the darkness of the
town started to brighten, as if Wren were seeing in daylight
through sapphire tinted spectacles. He looked around and
found to be surrounded.
‘Dawnbroods,’ grunted Wren, snarling at the
undead that swarmed around him. They perched on the
top of houses, in their long, black drapery: a fashion style
the hierarchy of the Dawnbrood covenants had
systematically employed for those of a certain age. These
were the ones to look out for, it was a clear indication of
their age and potentially power.
Wren looked on, as the vampires watched him,
crawling down the sides of houses and down the tall
buildings of Skitabaer, defying nature as they crawled on
all fours like animals down their walls. He saw
Dawnbroods which didn’t wear the telltale vestments, and
who fumbled here and there as they traversed the