“A vampire!” Derek shouted.
The window above us and to the left broke. Shards of glass and wood cascaded to the floor. A vampire fell into the room, its mind a hot spark in front of me. It landed on all fours, old, gaunt, and inhuman. A sharp bone crest protruded from its back. Another one.
The vamp shot forward and stopped.
“I’m still… a Master of the Dead,” Ghastek said from a blanket on the floor. “Kill it before I lose consciousness.”
If you could ask Ghastek anything about himself, what would you ask?