It was traumatic for me, but especially for my aunt, to see the two men set on fire and at the same time to be sitting between two vampires, one of whom was particularly hungry.
Paying no attention to who started shooting at the car, Peter pressed the accelerator even harder and drove us out of the range of the Order of the b****y Cross.
Those were terrible hours that followed.
Peter was still grieving over what he had been through and felt hunger clutching at his stomach.
Blake was losing consciousness easily, making me worry with each passing minute.
"I don"t know how long he will resist" I muttered after the umpteenth faint.
"He has to recover, you"ll see that after a nice meal,
