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Geralt ran his fingers along the claw marks.

Vampire Lord?

He moved on. As he surveyed the carnage, Geralt noticed that it was calculating. Whatever had done this knew to go for the old man, and once the dead was done, left. Blood splattered showed that he'd been tossed about the room.

''Not a Vampire Lord  No sign of magic. Too violent. Blunt force trauma, aside from the claws. And a vampire wouldn't leave marks.''

''And why him? The old man wasn't a vampire himself and he was in a well-protected estate. Much easier victims.''

''Whatever did this was smart and strong. Not big enough to be a dragon... too big to be a werewolf.''

Geralt had never seen anything like this before. It was something... new.