Chapter 37. Confession

Thunder rumbles in the distance as Alessandra lies on white sand. No, not sand. Snow. She slowly sits up to have the fine powder sift through her hands, the cold hardly bothering her. The booming was rhythmic. Thoom-thoom. Thoom-thoom. She feels it throughout her body, pulsing through the very air. A heartbeat?

Lightning silently flashes through the black sky, the streaks illuminating the sand, and the red spots stand out against the white grains. The vampire warily follows the trail, the spots getting larger, and she looks ahead to see a black mound, red draining into the snow. Thoom-thoom… Thoom-thoom…

Alessandra gasps and runs up to hold Enshin’s body, his clothes soaked with blood, each breath pushing out more blood from deep gashes on his chest. The pulsing slows down, becoming muted whispers, and she presses a hand to the Hunter’s wounds as she says, “Don’t die. Don’t you die on me!” But it was too late; the thunder fades, the lightning disappears into static, and