Chapter 7

Andrew sighed in relief and brushed himself off and sought at the death of his servants. It was not an emotion for their existence that drove him. He would have to lay them to rest and bury them, complete the cleaning alone with the addition of the two lions, and bring everything back to the village himself. He checked the animal skins draped on his shoulders.

With no memories, he relied on the servant's tale. They said that his animal skin had been a special gift from his mother, a farmer who had ascertained that they bore the mysterious spell of removing the natural fear of creatures toward the wearer. With his no-nonsense memories, he believed them, and even though he knew he was not just a man, and a mere hunter but a powerful vampire at the same time. He knew he was Andrew Lawvosky. A predator but aside from his previous memories from hundreds of years ago yet none of this time. 13th century England, the year of the lord. 

Looking at his animal skins allowed hi