Siderius dropped Xonder's body to ground, letting it soak in mud and horseshit on the street. His head fell to the side lifelessly.
Xarles shuddered. He couldn't believe in his own eyes.
"Siderius! Why?!" The Bailiff approached the dead man and held his hand. It was cold as ice. "Xonder helped many people in our town. Many of us would have died without him!"
Siderius chuckled. "Of course he has to do that. If you all die, there will be no one left for him to feed."
Siderius grabbed Xonder's head and pulled his mouth open, revealing two elongated pointy teeth.
"That?!" Xarles widened his eyes.
"Vampire's teeth. It contains an anesthetic that will make you lose consciousness. Wondering why those people didn't know that they were bitten?
It's because of these teeth."
Xarles clenched his fist tight. His heart told him that Xonder wasn't that kind of man. But the truth was upon him. He couldn't refute it.
"Xonder… All these years. How could you?"
