Chapter 129: _Desperation
(Warning: Disturbing Graphics Ahead)
My smirk widened when I felt the shiver that ran through Elsa’s body.
Her hot tears trickled down her face, touching my hand, which was still covering her mouth.
Meanwhile, Rowland kept doing his thing, holding Mr. Thatcher by the neck while having his right hand digging into his stomach, drawing out blood and his organs.
"Look at all that fat." Rowland whistled, licking the blood off his right hand and turning his gaze to Elsa.
She squirmed, mumbling something incoherent, thanks to my hand on her mouth.
"Would you want a taste?" He asked with a mocking grin, stretching his hand forward.
Elsa screamed in response, but once again, her screams were muffled thanks to my hand covering her mouth.
Soon enough, Mr. Thatcher didn’t have any life left in him and stopped struggling, his body becoming limp as his eyes lost their light.
"Aww, I thought he still had some fight in him," Rowland grumbled, dropping the fat man to the ground before sinking his fangs into his neck and draining him of his blood like no one’s business.
Unlike normal vampires, Rowland could eat more than just the blood of his victims. Not to mention the fact that his hybrid nature gave him immunity to the toxic properties of werewolf blood.