Lucius
Veronica never imagined digging a grave at 2:30 AM, but desperation carves strange paths. In a moonlit graveyard, a shovel hits something hard, unleashing not just a body, but an ancient, dangerous pact. Her father's 'hex bag' offers control, but the resurrected man, Lucius, possesses a chilling power and a hunger beyond mortal comprehension. Can Veronica navigate the sinister game her father has started, protect her ailing brother, and tame the vampire now bound to their will, or will the darkness they unearthed consume them all?
Veronica never thought she would be digging a grave at 2:30 AM, but it's funny what desperation can make people do. She was out of breath and sweaty, her black tank top under her blue flannel shirt clung to her body. Trying to ignore her own odor, she pushed the shovel deeper into the moist soil.
She felt her heart skip a beat when the shovel struck something hard, making a blunt ting sound.
Her father, Rodger Cooke, a short, pudgy man with discrete male pattern baldness, crouched down, hastily brushing away the dirt from on top of the coffin. "Move," he muttered, grabbing the shovel and hoisting it over his shoulder. Veronica stepped away, only to look up and see the graveyard caretaker staring back at them from across the yard.
