"Okay, so who wants a snack? Because I'm hungry," I smirked at them pulling the girl near my open mouth.
The witches snarled, their fingers crackled with static energy.
Oh... That got me scared. Not!
"Let the girl go, blood feaster. Why are you in this village?" An aged lady pulled her hood down revealing her face as she questioned me. Her salt and pepper hair fell over her shoulders in a bob cut.
Well, what can I say when the oldies were stylish than me?
"Who are you? Why does your aura have two colors to it?" She piled up more questions to that list.
"Wouldn't you want to know," my words came out accented with my fangs out in open. I let a sarcastic smile cover my lips as I added, "you could have asked these questions before trying use us for your sacrifice."
"Let the girl go, or
