#Chapter 80 Convincing

Her breathing sputtered and stopped as the panic overtook her. How could anyone find this funny? She watched Mamie’s body move, stilted and jerky, like a crude imitation of the sharp, near unnatural movements of a vampire. The other two women turned and stood beside the vampires who turned them. “Mamie? Mamie, can you hear me?” Her body didn’t move, remaining still and unaffected by her cries. “Mamie!” “She can’t hear you,” the voice said, laughing. “Her body is there but that’s all.” Daphne’s jaw trembled as she looked toward the laughter. “Who are you?” Daphne asked. “How dare you laugh!” His laughter grew louder and slowly, the burning red of his eye cut through the darkness. He walked closer, coming out of the shadows. Daphne froze, shocked at the sight of the man. His face was familiar like an older slightly different version of Owen with a scar through one side of his face around the eyepatch on his face. She gasped. This had to be Osborn. The resemblance between him,