Then the vampire came. In a single night he slaughtered the inhabitants of one street and started on a second. When he reached their room Ark removed his head and with trembling hands cut out his still beating heart. The Executioners arrived the next night, surprised to see their work finished for them. There were only two of them then and they were recruiting. They could use the help, and it would be good for him to do something useful; something besides wear silly wigs and buy silk.
Dovina watched as he bowed before Malick and swore the oath. The job was easy enough at first; mostly clans who'd been here long before, or rogue vampires who thought a new world meant they could slaughter at will, with no regard for secrecy. But, as time passed, the assignments became bloodier and more freque……
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