4.
When he woke up, the following evening, he was a little stronger. The storm continued and we were cut off from the outside world.
I heated up a microwave soup and I went to eat it upstairs.
Tyr drank another two bottle of “scared girl.”
‘It’s awful, you know,’ he muttered with a half smile. He was still hollow-faced but his hair had gone back to its normal shininess.
‘Everyone says so,’ I sighed.
He shook his head a little. ‘No… it’s fear that isn’t my favourite flavour.’ He stretched slowly.
‘Are you still hungry?’ I asked. Vampire hunger is something very terrible. I felt awful that he was ill. He had saved my son and I, by precipitating unexpectedly from the… the sky?
‘I’m old Sarah Adams,’ he answered my thoughts. ‘I’m really old. Ancient. Yes, I’m hungry. Don’t worry. Someo
