Paris stuttered incomprehensible sounds, not being able to reply to this Lucius person.
Lucius cocked an eyebrow, "Cat got your tongue?"
Paris tried to gain his composure and confidence, "This is your property?"
"Yes. Now why are you on it?" Lucius pressed. Suddenly, he swiftly removed the pistol from Paris' hand.
Paris' eyes widened as he realized what had just happened and the predicament he was in.
"Don't worry, you couldn't have killed me with it anyways," Lucius claimed whilst chuckling at his expression.
Thinking that Lucius was an obvious threat to him, he quickly stabbed him in the stomach with his pocket knife.
Lucius quietly groaned in pain, "I didn't think you had it in you." But something was off. Lucius didn't stop smiling and after a split second he effortlessly pulled out the blade. Paris watched as the wound miraculously healed as Lucius laughed.
"W-What? How?"
A psychopathic grinned grew on Lucius' face, "I said you couldn't kill me."
Lucius dropped the knife from his hand. The clank of the metal was the only sound that filled the fear-ridden air.
Paris finally blinked repeatedly after having his eyes held open from terror, "What are you?"
Smirking, Lucius replied nonchalantly, "Me? Oh, well, I'm just your typical vampire."
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Angevin Corp.
ParanormalDetective Paris Meza never expected that a suspected drug case would turn into a supernatural experience. But then again, he had never met Lucius Angevin before then.
