Lucas looked from the bowl of holy water to the wooden cross sitting a couple feet away from the bowl on the same table.
Not for the first time, he questioned his sanity for embarking on cleansing vampires from society. It hadn’t taken him long to learn the oldest ones existed since the beginning, so was it really his place to eradicate them?
Memories of his wife being taken answered that question, but first, he had to cleanse himself for the coming battle.
Grabbing the cross, he tightening his grip against the burning and rising smoke. He was so close.