He had taken the six of us-Edwin, Elsie, Christopher, Aurora, Solomon and I-out to a nearby wood and followed us out inside. He never trailed away from us and always looking intently at Elsie as she took down one of the smaller members of a caribou herd we were tracking. As she attacked, the herd dispersed causing the rest of us to race after the others.

"What does it taste like?" Russell asked looking at me as I veered left after another smaller member. "The animal blood."

"Well," I looked to him trying to think of the correct words. "It's… gritty yet it has some sense of purity. To some, it's not as delicious or as withstanding as human blood. It certainly has an acquired taste to it." I crouched down to get ready to pounce at one of the caribou in front of me grazing on a small patch of grass on the ground. Russell beat me to the punch and let his teeth sink into the beast's throat.

He remained there for a brief moment, letting the blood pool into his mouth. I watched him repel himself away from the animal with a look of complete horror on his face. I laughed a little at his quickness.

"I told you: it's an acquired taste." I laughed and finished it off. "The one thing that's great is that we can move from city to city with out being noticed and it'll sustain us for a few days but no where near as long as human blood." I wiped the area around my mouth clean of blood and looked to him.

"What do you prefer?" Russell asked motioning to the drained caribou.

"I haven't really thought about it I guess." I shrugged and began to play with a section of my curls. He stepped forward and grabbed a lock tossing it about between his fingers.

"Has your hair always been this long?" he asked looking from the lock being flipped in his hands to my eyes.

"Yeah." I nodded hearing his heartbeat faster.

"Blythe? Russell?" Christopher called. "I don't know about you, but we're gonna he—" he was muffled by something. Then I felt the soft sugary tingle.

We were still in the wood, Russell and I, and the others had long gone. We'd continued walking, aimlessly. I tripped, his hand stretched out to grasp mine. Expecting to stop me from falling, we'd both rolled down a small hill and…

I frowned as the vision was cut off. I clenched my fists and started walking. It was something I'd expected as of late. Yet at the same time, the frustration of being cut off too soon was over powering.

"Hey," He called behind me. "What's wrong?" It didn't take long for him to catch up to me.

"Nothing."

"Well, obviously there is something wrong." He pestered me. Frustrated I miss stepped and he went out to grasp my hand. I wasn't sure if it was the angle or his own momentum but the two of us propelled forward tumbling down into a small ditch in a cloud of white. He'd landed to my right, having rolled away from the hill.

I had begun to laugh. I wasn't sure which I found funny: the fact that my vision was nearly perfect or the present. He'd laughed not long after me and it trailed off at a shorter time than my own.

"I haven't laughed like that in some time." He'd sighed.

"Same."

"You never did tell me what was on your mind." He rolled onto his side and looked at me from the perch on his hand.

"Well," I thought for a moment. "I can see into the future and—"

"I swear, I won't tell anyone." He held his free hand up.

I looked off into the distance, "Lately, everything's been… different."

"How so?"

"I start to see things then snap! I'm cut off." I sighed. "It gets frustrating when every time you have a vision you get cut off before the end."

He looked toward our feet then at the forest around us and finally back at me. "Everything will fall back into place." He smiled a little and I shrugged.

"So…" I turned toward him. "Do you have an ability?"

"Well," He was hesitant. "It's hard to explain." I frowned and looked up to the sky, hues of purple and pink were present.

"We'd better get heading back." I sat up and held my hand out for him to take.

"Thanks." He smiled and took my hand.