I sighed in relief, seeing how the shadow-like person lowered his hands as they watched me depart.
Whispering all around, the people I tried to help stared at me in disgust and embarrassment. I could understand why.
The journey started, the cart began to move, I wished that it would be all over, these eyes were eating me up.
"You know that if you were actually serious, you would have killed them, but instead, you were acting all strong" one of the hostages couldn't hold it back anymore, his words were like catalysts-- prompting everyone to talk, complaining.
"... vampires are all the same"
"He is just full of himself..."
".... We would have been free"
Everyone knew where it hurt them most and they didn't fail to let it out, the only person I noticed that didn't alter a word was the lady dressed in special clothes. She just bent her head in defeat-- her current state must have hurt her pride.
