But now the words resurfaced and Dawn tried to swat them away from her thoughts as though they were a fly disturbing her space. She didn’t want to think that she had become her father, but she had no choice. Perhaps he had faced similar challenges. Had he been…
‘Vampire?’ Dawn spoke the word aloud as she mulled over the theory. But it made no sense. Vampires were hunters, killers, not lovers. She doubted they could even reproduce.
Whatever her father had been, she was about to follow his example which she had always been encouraged to ignore. She turned her head briefly towards her house where Thomas lay sleeping on the floor, her hair still dancing madly around her head resembling a black halo.
Leaving Fandova meant that she was severing the last contact she had. Decisively, Dawn now looked to the East, her eyes wide with both fear and purpose. She stood away from the wall of the well and then she ran. In less than a second she was gone and only the dust from her exit was evidence that she had ever been there.
For three whole days and nights Dawn ran, never once looking back. She knew that whatever happened, Thomas must never find her.
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