Snow smiled, her feet hitting the ground in even, fast paces as she chased after the vampire.
She could hear the thing's ragged breaths, hear his uneven steps as he stumbled away from her.
Stretching her muscles, Snow threw the stake at the vampire's head.
Edgar Poe fell to the ground, blood pouring out of the wound.
Snow walked over, yanking the stake out of Eddie's head. She wiped the blood off the piece of wood.
Snow made a small fire. While it was kindling, she beheaded Eddie.
Wrinkling her nose, she threw his head into the fire, tossing his head after it.
The fire consumed his body and crackled, as if begging for more.
Snow tossed a log at it. The fire grew larger.
Snow closed her eyes, thinking about him.
The boy who had healed her, helped her, shaped her into who she was now.
The boy who had captured her heart and threw it onto the ground, shattering it into a thousand pieces.
Vladimir Tod.
Snow gritted her teeth.
His black hair, his sparkling eyes, his kind smile. Everything about him was etched in her mind, almost as if someone carved it in with a dagger.
She hated him. Snow truely did.
But something about him made her heart ache.
Sighing, Snow got up, stretching.
She couldn't sleep, even though it was late.
Snow couldn't wait.
Soon, she'd be back in Bathory.
And this time, she'd get her revenge on Vladimir Tod.