Evil Spark

I'd had less than a week to recover from an incident that left me half-dead. My body was battered and bruised in ways I can't even begin to describe.

Dark magic use had consumed me, spat me out a husk of a man. I was little more than flesh and bone, weary to my very soul.

So, of course, there was a knock at the door.

My smile faded, happy face turning to tears, as Kate, a gorgeous vampire and the woman I lust over at every available opportunity, told me the news. Dark magic came to me as my ey...