It was close upon midnight when we saw the gentleman striding the pavement.
He seemed well heeled and we traded glances, imagining what we’d do with the loot we’d grab.
Parker and Moss moved towards him with haste. I was behind, but took a skid in a pile left by a nag, and went down to land on my rump.
Twasn’t a few moments took the world to stop spinning, and in front of me I see Moss lying in the road, and the gentleman leaning over Parker.
The gentleman looked at me, he did, and I saw the blood dripping from his mouth and the fangs.