Fifty-six paces away there was another pile, but this one still had a body. Marc turned back to face Aelred and whispered something. Neither of the men heard a thing, but the French officer melted into the darkness.
Both soldiers looked at each other, questioning how that was even possible. Marc rarely made use of such parlour tricks, as it went against his nature. Aelred had no such qualms and mastered blending into the night long ago.
He approached the body and found it to be a dead vampire Hun. The body was riddled with bullets, leading to several large entry wounds throughout. These might not slow down a vampire, but the buckshot that severed his spine must have been the nail in his coffin.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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