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...And then it was over. Silax slowly rose to his feet and examined the carnage around him. One vigilant lay across the table in the corner as if reaching for a bottle of wine, an arrow deeply embedded in the base of his skull. Two more lay at his feet, their blood congealing into a sticky black goo on the rough floorboards. The body of Keeper Carcette was on the floor before Stendarrs shrine, her glassy eyes staring vacantly at the ceiling. The room was ripe with the scent of fresh blood. Silax had to steady himself to keep from lapsing back into a frenzy. His long tongue flicked across scaly lips as he made his way to the door. Four bodies in this room, one in the basement, two more on the front porch.

Two minutes, thirty-seven seconds.

He stopped short of the door and turned once more to survey the room. It wouldn't do to leave things like this. The scene had 'Vampire' written all over it. Written in blood. If the others returned from the field and found his handywork... He grabbed a lantern from the table and hurled it against the crates in the corner. Fire spread slowly and began to climb the walls and creep across the floor. It would do. By morning there would be nothing left but ash. Silax turned and slipped back into the cold darkness and was gone.