Book Eight: Chapter 163

“Yes, yes.” Vincentius spoke kindly, but even Mike could hear the hunger in his voice. He turned his attention to Galahad, who was busy staring at his feet. “Did you take him to the old throne room?”

Galahad nodded. “The sword remains in the stone.”

“Then we shall delay no longer.” Vincentius stood, and then vanished to re-appear the next moment behind the newcomer. Startled by the sudden change the man turned around to face Vincentius.

“So what happens--” The man went silent, frozen in place by Vincenius’ mesmerizing eyes. The vampyr grinned, revealing a wicked set of canines just before sinking them into the man’s neck.

There were no screams, or even groans. The man twitched in place as Vincentius fed on him. Mike watched in horror as the man began to visibly age. His skin sagged and became dark in places while his eyes sunk into his head. Even the man’s soul withered as parts of it were consumed by Vincentius, gobbled up and absorbed into his own dark pres