If only that light hadn’t blinded him… he would have been the one who caught her, instead of Kotaro.
Toya jerked upright on the bed, the panic creeping back in. Feeling like it was getting harder to breathe he stood up and stepped back to the window trying to dispel the disturbing thoughts. His fingers gripped the windowsill and his vision focused on them… remembering.
Slowly raising his hands to his face, he searched for evidence that the razor sharp claws had ever been there… when he had fought Kotaro.
Lowering his hands, Toya’s eyes widened as his mind processed one thought. The figures in his dreams were vampires. Then that meant the silver haired man he had seen twice in one night…“He’s a real vampire… Kyoko!”
*****
Kyou stretched out on his bed, floating several inches above the
