#Chapter20

Ken touched the walls of the farmhouse as the memories rushed in. He walked up the creaking stairway admiring the wear and tear of the house. Like all things, the old house lived a full life and now it was able to rest in peace. Unlike vampires. Unlike him. Ken could never rest, but atleast he knew happiness, love, and the joy of becoming a father.

Life wasn’t as bad as it was back then. He was older and outgrew the bullshit. Killing Allen was the most satisfying thing he ever done. Maybe that made him a monster like Allen. Maybe at the end of it all, that’s what...