Daniel was losing their scents. They were fading, and fading fast, blending into the sweet scents of pine and honeysuckle. Soon he wouldn't be able to smell them at all. He flew furiously down into the forest, intending to search for them by sight alone. As Daniel darted through the thick layers of brush and bramble, his hope was dissipating. After an hour of searching, Daniel gave up, frustrated, angry and even...sad.
He hadn't felt sad for years.
In fact, he had felt anything for years. Someone; something had put him under a spell for hundreds of years...
Daniel was making a list. A list of people on which to get revenge, starting with whoever cast the curse on him, followed by the teenagers who killed his sister.
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Fanged
Teen FictionHe sinks his teeth into her neck, drawing her blood. Ah, that felt good to have food again. After 432 years of being trapped, he was finally free. And he was hungry.
