NARRATOR

Things were arranged in a pretty crazy, laid-back way; even so, with the samples he’d had, Dracomir felt confident.

He already felt victory in his hands… both “Victorias”: the battle and his sensual vampire.

Who would’ve thought that, in the end, he’d wind up dead inside because of that seductress who had him with his tongue hanging out and, speaking of death…

As they were heading out, with the sun just peeking over the horizon, the undead general appeared with his sorceress.

Dracomir