Out of one Murder and into another, that was what his future was looking like. He's not looking forward to his place at the bottom of another pecking order, but it is what it is.

He kind of wishes he had a vice to fidget with in that moment, but he's drank all the Everclear. He's not hungry for table food. He takes to scuffing a boot in the grass.

"Do ya'll, uh, make more vampires? I'm branded. I'm not supposed to."