I was in a bloodlust again, after feeding on the poor man. It only fueled my anger and soon the sun fell. Once the terrible rays fell I crept from my terrible prison. There was barely a sent left by Amy and her capture. But I knew I needed to find one.
Then with a subtle hit of wind I could smell their trail and I began to rip through the air, not caring about being exposed. It was night, and my domain.
After running for an hour straight I met the edge of one of the many forests in the area. My memory ran rampant with the images of Amy in the barn.
"Those bastards!" I couldn't help but yelling to myself. It wasn't one of them, I know but this scenario was playing out so similarly. I took a final lung of town air and ran into the forest.
The dark was not affecting my eyesight but my rage was causing a veil of red to torture my vision. Then the worst happened... I lost the scent!
I spat in anger and frustration. I couldn't even recall the last time I had caught the sent.
"Amy!" I yelled in despair. No surprise but there was no answer. My legs collapsed me onto my knees. I cradled my face, letting tears run down. She was lost to me... I could do nothing. I worked myself into a ball and drifted in and out of consciousness... Not out of exhaustion but out of shock and loss...
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The Bryan Chronicle
Teen FictionThis is a story of the vampire Bryan and how he became the monster he is in SocialRebelGirl's story. I really enjoyed her characters and it inspired me to do a tie in novel. I'd be thrilled if she would make this an official tie in. I'm usually not...
