The average vampire slept lightly because they lived amongst humans determined to kill them. Although he was grievously wounded, Niles Gule, being a vampire, remained aware of his surroundings. So when he heard the stealthy patter of feet in the room, he fought to waken. Instincts screamed. Danger! Danger! You’re being attacked.
Although he knew he should be in a safe place, his will to survive jarred him awake bare seconds before the attack hit. Three small bodies landed on him, shooting rays of pain from his torso. He struggled to free himself of the cocoon of blankets but it was too late. He was pinned, pummeled and squished by a pack of squirming children.
“Uncle Niles!” Little Luz shook his cheeks to wake him. “Get up! It’s Christmas!”
With a groan, Niles turned onto his back to stare bleary eyed at his tormentors. Little Luz was five years old…
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