MARIPOSA'S POV The nine of us stood where we were, still shocked am unable to believe the scene before us. Dexter grabbed a handful of his hair in anger. With the look of his face, he's trying so hard not to scream and let his anger out. "But...how?" Grandpa asked the old man lying down in front of us, he's in the middle of life and death as I could feel his breath shortening. I bent down to him and took his hand. I placed his head on my lap and my hand on his chest. "I'm going to heal you now, sir." I closed my eyes and channeled my light into him. I smile grew wide when I heard him cough. "Thank you." I pulled him up to stand and I looked around. "The others are injured, maybe I should.... "It's fine, Mariposa. They're vampires, they self-heal." "Oh." Before we got here, despit