The sun had set, and the cold, shroud of nightly darkness had long veiled the sky black with dots of white glistening in the midst of the vast expanse.
The village had yet another eventful day, and the bustling conversations seemed to have no end.
However, high up in the sky, where one man sat atop the branch of a tall withering tree looking up at the moon, the air could not be calmer nor more peaceful as he spent time thinking to himself.
"Three more days huh?" He muttered, before a wave of throbbing hurt filled his body, and his mouth began secreting liquid from within.
He inwardly grunted. Alucard had been holding in the pain of it all throughout the journey, yet, now it seemed like he was nearing his limits. He had gone far too long without a single drop of human blood.
