Chapter 11
Rafael woke from the dream with his heart pounding, his skin tingling, and breath coming in sharp gasps. Sitting up in the darkness of his underground room he tried to calm down. It took a long time. The dream had been incredibly tense and realistic.
The beginning had been normal enough, a replay of his finding the man he decided to turn. First cutting him down, then talking to him and finally moving in for the first bite. Then everything had changed. The man’s blood had been tainted, foul, acidic. Rafael had spat it out, cursing.
Then the man had stood up, something that should have been impossible while under Rafael’s power, stood up and ripped a hole in the night’s darkness. Impossibly, the hole had exposed the sun, letting its cursed rays shine down on Rafael. Th
