He hasn't returned. His rugged posterior went icy. She is nosferatu, made such before even Prince Vlad Draculea III succumbed to his undead existence. Mr. Belmont nodded weakly. He stopped for a moment to cough.
Time is short.
He reached a hand into his satchel, shifting his gaze only for an instant. With a serious, unreadable expression, the man extended the handle of a coiled up, leather-laced whip. I went through ten years of my father's training regimens to master it completely, but complete mastery is unnecessary. The ancestral Vampire Killer whip is no ordinary weapon. As I gripped it in my hand I felt a wave of energy surging through my veins.