EIGHTY-FOUR | CURRENTS

I wanted to hunt after the patrol, so I asked Falmer to stay with me. I didn’t plan on staying out for long – I felt frostbitten, from the tip of my nose to the tips of my toes. My hands had suffered the worst, though; they felt hard, like unmoving icicles beneath the cotton of my gloves. As the dawn broke across the sky I hoped that the first rays of sun would bring heat with their light, but I remained cold even as they burned in streaks of pink and gold, blazing through the darkness.

“You know,” Falmer said, watching me idly as I crept after a white-tailed deer, “I did encounter a legend that told of a vampire who became human again.”

“Oh?” I faltered, and at the crunch of leaves beneath my boot, the deer stuck its tail into the air and ran. I sighed. I didn’t want to go for anything smaller – I was hungry, and I didn’t want to hurt anything I drank from.