Chapter 29. Twisted Psychos and Crushed Balls

Elena’s POV

It is a beautiful day outside, the streets are jam packed with tourists from all over the globe. They are gulping can beers, sinking their incisors into the thick succulent thighs of roasted chickens, chasing beads, and giggling around.

They are all wandering around on the vampire walking tour of Los Angeles. The naive human faction assumes the festivity is just a myth hence their costumes, fake elongated fangs, and red paint dripping from their necks and hands. They look just how movies have painted vampires to be, a figment of their writer’s imaginations. Well, it is all part of our city’s charm but we the supernaturals are quite familiar with the truth.

The hurricane flight we had from the other realm landed us directly in the middle of the universal studios Hollywood where the human population was more rampant. I think the smell of the busy street of LA did the magic because the intense hunger I felt afterward was at its Zenith. The spell to lock my