Chapter 26

• DEVIN
• It took me about twenty minutes to drive over to the countess of blood's house. Wilhelmina"Lilith" Harker was the crazy undead bride of the most fearsome vampire that ruled the eighteenth century. Her nickname was coined from her unending taste for men's blood after the assassination of her husband Vlad the impaler. It was said that she was unable to feel a love any like the kind Dracula has shown to her and had reverted to reliving the only memory she and her husband shared; draining the lives of the innocent. Given all that, Lilith made her home in a ritzy subdivision by the name of the fraternity house where she threw unholy parties with her sires and pets before she got bored and killed them off. Of course, the cops and the many shadow organization that preceded the supernatural society had nothing to say about it. There was little one could do when an ancient immortal with virtually almost no weakness was suffering from centuries of heartbreak.
• Within a few miles, I left the downtown grit and grime behind and entered an elegant area of carefully landscaped trees and spacious homes fronted by cobblestone sidewalks and yards big enough for the pros to play football in. The fraternity neighborhood. The whole place reeked of long teeth and I could tell my presence was felt because sooner than later, lights on several houses began to flick on with red ominous eyes trailing the intruder.