Darya slowly emerged from the mists of unconsciousness. She coughed and rolled over to spit out a yellowish, metallic-tasting mucus. Her lungs were on fire. Each breath tore a grimace of pain from her, and the cold air she was breathing didn’t help matters. She was wheezing which made her fear damage to her organs and after another bout of coughing less fierce than the previous one, the girl finally became interested in her surroundings. She was lying on a damp concrete floor and, a few steps away, a man in underwear, sitting cross-legged, stared at her intensely. He looked rather tall, muscular, with a square face, accented with intense blue eyes. Still stunned by her latest misadventure, she took a moment to recognize him. The vampire who attacked Rempert. Rempert! She straightened up on
