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He wasn't the only one. Tim didn't seem to be very much in the mood of sleeping either. The darkhaired man just sat there, in one of the old, dusty chairs, staring at the floor, uncapable of expression the enormous grief that had to be inside of him.
Bryce followed his gaze. How? How could one just murder someone else like that? He knew it was nothing new. You read about it in the newspapers all the time. Yet seeing it with your own eyes..
Time and time again he tried to get it all out of his mind, but to no avail.
Nobody had taught him about this.
Nothing could have prepared him for this.
Nothing could have absorbed the shock that was still going through his tattoo-covered body.
And nothing, nothing could ever erase the memories nor heal the mental wounds this had created.
For the first time in his life, Bryce had seen reality. More grim and dark than any vampire movie could ever have portrayed it. Some vampires seemed stuck in the idea that they were the hunters and humans their docile, replaceable prey. Bullshit. Fucking bullshit. They were the prey, hunted down and slaughtered unless they managed to fight back. They were a minority. They were scary, evil monsters that needed to be slain without remorse. Because if they were gone, they could no longer pose a threat.
And did they even know him?
They didn't.
How could they have known him?
And yet they had marked him an enemy, along with all the others. Like cattle. Just one of the herd. And he understood the fear, he truly did. How could he not?
But he simply never thought generalisation could be such a dreadful thing.
And did they even consider sparing him?
They didn't.
Why would they even spare him?
He was a vampire. He was evil and all that was wrong with the world.
If it had not been for the police, he would have been in the same place as Mrs. Queensland was now. His head would be seperated from his body. He would be laying there, in the mud, while the rest ran for their lives. He would probably be ragdolled away as the car's fuel tank exploded and his charred body would be disposed of.
Because he was a vampire. And all that was wrong with the world.
And would they regret what they had done?
Naturally, they wouldn't.
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