to one side, his eyes open and unaware. Blood pooled beneath his shoulders, staining his costume suit jacket.

"You took too much," Enki said calmly.

"T-Took what? Wh-why?" Ina managed to stutter, and clutched her knees to her chest.

Enki looked to her and said, "I'm sorry. I knew the time was coming but I wavered. I should have talked to you sooner. This wouldn't have happened. Not this way, at least."

"What happened?" Asked Ina.

"You've reached the sanguinary age, Ina," he said.

She shook her head slowly. "I don't understand."

"We are strigoi, living and dead. Both human and not. We are made by birth or by being brought back to life. If made by birth, we grow into the facets of strig...

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