You could imagine how the incident shook the entire caravan. They concluded it had been the work of a vampire, but they found no trace of her, or of me. One of the biggest reasons I was not suspected in the slightest was because I stood beneath the sun without fear. A normal vampire would have blistered the moment sunlight touched their skin. They could never withstand the UV light pouring from the sky.
After they convinced themselves there was no vampire hiding among us, they held a ceremony for the fallen. Gold coins were placed on their eyes before sending their souls toward the Holy Realm, the place they believed all loyal followers would return to. Their bodies were buried deep beneath the soil, and soon after, the caravan pressed forward again.
Elira gave me a few knowing looks, but I ignored her. I settled in my corner of the wagon with Beelzebub, keeping my hands busy playing with his tiny paws so she would stop trying to read me.
