Running through the streets as the world felt like it had just stopped. Until Vivian realized it hadn't and she only had a few minutes to hide. It was the time of the hunt because ever since the renegade she had became their prime prey. They were able to accomplish this because the hunt was still scheduled by the moon, but now it was only by the full moon. This way they were not as exposed but filing in with the lore. A quick glance assured her that she still had time, but how much time was the question. She quickly took a spray made of distinct smells to ensure she could not be followed.
Her next turn would was her last as she went safely into her hiding spot. She dressed it as best she could even though it next really felt like home. She got ready for early sleep and then noticed something strange. Aiden was not home yet. She starting to freak out and let the worst ideas float among reality. She finally remembered that he was painting for his comic up at an infested castle, which would stand for the backdrop for his comic on the local take on vampires.
She heard something and turned suddenly. She again let reality become clouded as the door swung open. It was Aiden but something was different he had a death grip on his arm. He stumbled in and finally passed out on the floor. She helped him up and put him on their bed. She then removed his hand form his arm to see what was wrong and then she found the answer she was dreading.
He was bitten and he first guess was by a bat. She could tell by the mark and other small details. This made her begin to wonder. Since so many had pass the idea of a werewolf was a legend could the vampires also be real? Living by night and using the local lore to as the meaning of their existence. "Only time will tell", she thought to herself. She looked at the clock and knew she must go to sleep and this problem would have to wait till morning.