The vampire had been playing with his victim. The blood must have been pumping in his entire body when he reached the grass, looking at the way it was still flattened I could guess that the man had been slightly overweight making it difficult for him to escape as well. But at least he had been trying. There weren’t much tracks of the vampire except for the boots he was wearing, I could imagine him holding the man standing in front of him while digging his fang on the side of his neck. The man must have been taller than him and resisting.
Maybe he managed to push him a little back explaining the blood on the grass, the vampire had then charged again on the other side of the neck, as the man was desperately trying to stop the blood running out on the other side. That, I would verify when I see the bodies in the morrow. Then he had let him fall on his knees before letting go altogether, leaving his victim with his face in the mud. Even if there had been a little bit of life in the body at that time, it was likely that the mud had suffocated him. Then the vampire had probably turned around to take the money and valuable object in the man’s pockets and flew back to the city. The shoes hadn’t left a very deep tacks, the deeper one where the one which had been hidden under the body because he had stood there longer, the rest of them were extremely light making me think that the vampire was very thin. I needed to see the body to have a good sense of its height. I tried to look in my memory to see if I could find a vampire matching this description but I couldn’t. I remembered the faces on the day of my execution but I still didn’t know their names and I was sure that there were a lot more of them than what I had been allowed to see on that day.
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