*Lena*
Crimson Creek was totally changed. I almost didn't recognize it. Black tents stretched for at least a mile, separated by rows of green, freshly cut grass. Flower baskets hung from every corner of the single street running through the village, and thick curtains were drawn in every window against the sun.
Warriors were walking around with baskets of supplies, some of them slipping into the darkened tents. Others were mingling with the new “locals," the vampires who had escaped their realm and were staying in Crimson Creek.
The vampires were bundled up in dark clothing, their faces shielded by hooded cloaks and sunglasses. I even heard the laughter of children as we walked through the village toward Gideon's property, and the noise brought a sense of peace to my heart.
Peace–th
