I’ve finished answering all of the motivational questions but two. They’re pretty damn pivotal, but I think the story needs to simmer more in my head before I can answer them. Once they’re answered, I’ll work them into the story as I work… here it comes… “Two Vampires” into a larger story, which has the working title of Adam’s Name.

So, without further ado, let’s watch the Hunter lose control in a Toronto subway:

The nausea passed, and the hunter slowly opened his eyes. The tile breathed more gently now. Control seemed just over the horizon, and he struggled not to force its return. If he did, he feared it might abandon him forever. The hunter did the only thing that was left to him – he prayed. If he pledged himself, cleansed himself, through his devotion, the Almighty would grant him control.

Two pair of leather boots stepped into his field of vision. One pair had four-inch soles. The other was a plain black pair of work boots. The hunter slowly raised his eyes to look the club-goers in the face, and his blood-drinking prey glared down on him.

For a terrible moment, he met their gazes, and felt kinship. For one horrifying instant, he wanted their curse. Tears began to wash down his face.

Megan patted the hunter on his head. She walked out of the subway station, hand in hand with Nicholas.

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