The kiss

I couldn’t open my eyes, nor could I move my body, but I heard a voice call my name and I immediately recognized it as Vlad’s. I wanted to get up, shout that I was here, my mouth just wouldn’t open. My body was tired and weak. I knew werewolves had immense strength and could heal instantly, but that didn’t work for me because I was still bleeding from the cut on my head. Soon I could no longer hear Vlad’s voice. I thought he’d left, until the hole became impartially dark and a moment later, Vlad stepped into it. He carried me out in his strong arms and placed me on the ground. I wanted to open my eyes and look at his face or even hug him, but I couldn’t control my own body, so I lay limply on the ground as he smeared something on me. The substance did wonders to my body. I started to regain my strength.

Droplets of water fell on my face, and soon it became a downpour. I felt Vlad lift me up—like I was a sack of bread, and toss me over his shoulder. Soon I was shielded from the rain an