Luchaver's face felt as though it had caught fire. The vampire raced through the familiar passages of the stone building, trying to resist the urge to touch his burning, bubbling skin. He could not stop the screams that tore out of his throat. He had never imagined pain like this, never felt anything like it before. It threatened to rend his very flesh to the bone, it struck so deeply and suddenly. His hood was back up, but the damage was done. He staggered into the large room at the back of the house and just about fell into the melting-open door of his spacecraft. He dragged himself into the vessel's protection, but just as quickly a pair of hands seized his ankles and dragged him back out.
The vampire hissed, twisting around like a serpent to face his attacker. It was the slayer, Logan
