The lot was overgrown and water droplets clung to the dry weeds like fragile jewels, pearlescent in the street light's gleam. The house was small and squat, and the siding peeled loose in places. Stains ran down the walls from the windows; empty eyes that had been weeping from loneliness, leaving trails of rusty tears.
The world was wrapped in the thick cloak of fog. Three old, bare trees stood as lonely sentinels, their leaves heaped at their feet and branches barely stirring in the heavy air. Katelina could almost hear her own heart beating in the oppressive gloom.
The vampires moved soundlessly while Katelina fought her way through the tall wet grass, and tried to be quiet. Now and then, her movements would jolt some injury and remind her of last night's terror. Each time it happened,
