Trapped in a now unknown for him modern world centuries after his slumber, a 15th century vampire named Arnaud de la Roche must team up with a young orphan boy, Arturo, to navigate the perils of the modern era and uncover the truth about his past.
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After Arnaud was wounded by the gunfire from the armed men, the group remained silent for a few moments, stunned by what they had just witnessed.
"What the hell was that?" exclaimed one of the sicarios, still holding his weapon.
Another of the men, a burly one with a scar on his face, cautiously approached the motionless body of Arnaud.
"I don't know, but it seemed... strange. Did you see that thing on his head?" he said, crouching down to examine the fallen man more closely.
The others also approached, eyeing with distrust the figure covered in pelts and the strange jaguar-headed mask.
"Looks like some kind of costume or something. You think he's some kind of crazy guy?" commented one of the younger ones, keeping a safe distance.
The scarred man ran his hand over Arnaud's face, removing the mask. His eyes widened with surprise at the pale skin and features of the vampire.
"Doesn't look like a crazy guy. I'd say he's... a gringo," he murmured, exchanging uneasy glances with his companions "The motherfucker even hunted an endangered animal"
"Maybe we should get out of here. I don't like this situation at all, the government protects gringos too much," said one of the sicarios, taking a step back.
But the scarred man shook his head.
"We can't leave any traces. We have to take care of this," he replied, looking back at Arnaud's body.
After a brief discussion, the cartel members decided to take the body to their hideout nearby. They didn't want to risk someone else discovering what had happened.
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Once in the warehouse of the small town, they placed Arnaud's body on a table, observing it with a mixture of remorse and distrust.
"Alright, now what do we do with him?" asked one of the sicarios.
The scarred man scratched his chin, deep in thought.
"Get rid of the body," he responded, signaling one of his men.
Moments later, they brought several drums filled with a flammable liquid. As they poured the contents over Arnaud's body, someone entered the warehouse, and the scarred man stopped them.
"Sir, the boy has snuck into the kitchen again."
"That old woman lets him get away with it one too many times. The people in this town will have to learn the hard way who's in charge," he muttered. Before leaving, he took one last look at the pale face of the vampire.
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One of the sicarios remained in the warehouse as a guard, unable to burn the body inside and having to wait for the boss to transport it to the oven with the others. He decided to sit down for the moment and play on his cell phone while waiting.
However, something he could have never imagined happened behind his back. Arnaud's body slowly rose.
He approached the guard, unable to resist the call of the blood. The guard was too late to realize the danger behind him.
The hunger was too strong. With a desperate moan, Arnaud sank his fangs into the man's nape, drinking greedily.
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When Arnaud opened his eyes, he felt disoriented and weak. His body had managed to expel the bullet that had been lodged in his head.
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