Snippet #1722424

The woods grew thicker, if only for a short bit. Perhaps it would lead to a clearing ahead, one where the moon would shine at it's brightest. Charles sincerely hoped not. Though others may find the moon no burden or even pleasant, he knew from his body that the moon itself did not cast a light that gave power to his kind, it merely reflected the light that burned them. Even had he not known this in his body, he knew of the science.

He pressed his ears to locate the distant howling his heart grew louder, every breath felt like a window shattering and his steady footfalls crunched the shattered glass to dust. Lord have his back for the forest did not empty into a clearing, but instead grew thicker yet again. Pushing aside the dead foliage he caught the sound of another's footsteps. Too heavy to be a dog, too light to be a bear. Growing wary Charles stood still, straightened himself and concentrated.

The fog that swirled about the ground, looping around and swirling about like a frenzy of serpents, grew black. It smelt of decayed flesh, burned corpses, and toxins all at the same time. The lonely vampire would not fall prey to another being, at least not without a fight.