Lucas screamed. His voice shattered through the halls as Tyrathane fell to the floor. His body strained forward. Pulling his legs beneath him, the vampire pushed forward as hard as he could, almost dislocating both shoulders. His scream lasted for as long as he had breath. Even then, he continued. Short gasps of air exhaled in even shorter cries of anguish. His head fell forward, shaking as it went. He was losing his mind. The vampire couldn't take it anymore. Once again he was powerless to stop the death of someone he cared about. His heart was crushed, shattered even. It was so painful, so utterly painful. Tears burned hot as they streamed down his face. Still, his screams hadn't stopped, only choked by the crying that ravaged his throat. Why was this happening to him a second ti

