I walk behind Meadow; Carmen s body is limp, her face partially concealed by her masses of blonde hair but there s a heavy ambience of surreal calm because she is so motionless. Her sobbing has stopped and it s like all her energy is gone. She s defeated and broken and despite our past I have never felt so much sorrow and pain for anyone as I do in this moment. Maybe it s because I know what it s like to lose your parents in one fell swoop, your whole family, when they were all you have. Maybe it s because I too witnessed the horrifying death by vampire of my home family of rejects and still live with the memory of their blood and bodies scattered across the ground, much like we found Tawna. Either way, my heart pangs for the girl before me and I internally cry for her pain.
Vampires are
