Chapter 87

Aster:

Aster woke violently. Limbs flailing wildly, heart hammering, she bit back a scream just in time. She dreamed about the dead vampires, their bodies sizzling and slowly decomposing in the sun. She walked between them, turning them over one at a time. Each of them was someone she knew and loved – her family, slowly melting away to nothing.

Her head ached, her body screamed in pain, and the thirst burned her throat like a furnace. Sitting upright, she looked around her. She was once again in some kind of room with walls made from roughly cut stone. At least this time, she was on a soft bed and the room was big and open. Several pieces of ancient furniture decorated the room, but the grey walls were bare of any traditional artwork, instead heavy tapestries depicting violent scenes hung against the walls.

Instead of electrical lights, the room was lit with old-fashioned oil lamps and flickering torches against the wall, like the dungeon bac