One life of Sarro la Cassa

11.1 Anyone can change...

Sip after sip of strength came to Sarro - this blood, this sweet blood, returned his body to its previous state - gave strength and healed wounds. It was not the blood of the sufferers, Sarro could not afford to kill animals, in his opinion, only evil and unjust people deserved this death. The skin tightened - and the neck no longer hurt - the wound inflicted by Elaida disappeared into the routine of the past.

He glanced out the window at the dark horizon, over which a sea of ​​diamond lights spread, and shuddered - there, far away, behind the forest, against the backdrop of the sparkling snow-white mountains of Ross, his vampire vision made out several leisurely walking dots. There were more and more of them. So, over time, the crowd turned into a real procession.

It was getting brighter. The forest cast long shadows, occasionally overshadowed by the shadows of the school towers. Sarro saw the strangers disappear behind the forest. Ugly and hunchbacked, they shouted something