Vlade’s P.o.v
Amidst the crowd of demons and the thunder of car engines, I stood beside my racer bike and watched as the cars raced on the street in front of me. Bashing, drifting and blowing up each other as the spectators cheered and cussed on the cars they had bet on. I had come to one of the restricted areas on the outskirts of the city, a place that the mortal would refer to as the devils arena.
“Well, well! Look who finally thought of showing up here,” Klaus, the night stalker appeared in front of me in his human form. I knew he was standing beside me all the while using his camouflaging abilities, too bad he couldn’t camouflage his stench.
“As far as I know, you would never come down here to bet on these hell machines, would you?” He tipped his white hat and rubbed his leather bo
