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I take another step back, toward the fence, and bump into my coworker.

The vampire is nearly three hundred years old, looks like he’s in his mid-thirties, and his power…

I swallow.

He’s vibrating the concrete.

It has to be him.

I’ve never seen a vampire in person.

Never seen the eyes…

A shiver runs down my spine.

His horns…

Something inside me is screaming at me to run.

He’s… Gods, he’s huge.

Gotta be over seven feet tall. The width of a door.

He looks like a superhero. Except he’s dressed in black. Head to toe.

Black pants. Black shoes. Black collared shirt with the top few buttons undone.

Black eyes.

I swallow.

Gods, those black eyes…

He takes a step forward. And I feel the footstep.

I feel it through the earth.

My hands start to shake.

Volik is no superhero.

He takes another step.

The reporter from Channel Twelve lifts her phone.

Volik tilts his head. And something hits me.

Moves through me like a pulse.

Everyone stumbles, shoved back a step.

Phones and cameras fall out of hands.

Volik straightens his head.

That was him.

My knees threaten to lock, and my lip starts to tremble.