Chapter 20
Brandon burst free of the front door, sobbing as the ache inside flared up nearly crippling him. The Flame wanted to feed, it demanded Brandon's compliance, but out on the porch the essence of life buzzing in the mansion lessened dramatically.
With a poignant stab in his gut, the Flame suddenly wilted weakly, and slowly started to die away. The pain of need dulled slightly, and the hunger stopped splitting him at the seams. It was so strong...and the Flame had so little mercy for him....or anyone. Brandon knew it would eventually get its way. But for now....he sobbed in relief as the pain started to flee.
But he didn't relax. Brandon knew the Flame always found a way....the agony of its fading pulse....would eventually push him to feed. Because with its death.....with its dim
