30
KAIN
My muscles are tense with unmet desire — I can taste her. I can smell her.
I smell the blood of every animal in the woods around us. I hear the shuffling of vampire feet, the subtle singing of the wire, now coated in gore, the wet thwacking of decapitated vampires hitting the grass. I want to tear them to shreds.
She’s changing me, and not for the better. All the horrible aggression, the unchecked rage that came upon me at the moment I turned, that I believed to be gone until now, has come back a thousandfold.
What was left of the original vampire group has vanished, chased back up through the woods by the big cats, but I don’t think they’ll stay gone now that reinforcements have arrived. At least fifty vampires stare at us from across the pond. They cannot see Markula hiding
