Shadow Mountain vampires will never hurt you

They begged and pleaded, hoping for a miracle.

Drusilla. . .Drusilla, please come back to us. . .

It didn't matter. Her body still writhed but her mind was far gone. Four and a half moons had came and went since that bite, before the madness took hold of her.

By the time she was comatose, Vespa was complaining of headaches. Gaius, too, looked sickly.

He could only watch helplessly on, tucked into Agrippa's tight embrace—and he could barely bring himself to even do that.

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It had occurred to him in the days here that this place was cloaked in moving shadows. Eclipsed by the peaks around it, the mountain's light shifted on and off as the sun moved past clouds and rock.

Unsettling, at first, but he was beginning to grow used to it.

And besides, Hex mused, it matched the constant swirling of his own thoughts and feelings. From darkness to bright to darkness once more; despair to joy to desolation.

He stopped to drink from a small spring that burst forth from a jagged rock, hidden amidst a quiet copse of trees.

The sky lightened a bit, and the slender rays of sun glittered off the spray of water and the tiny droplets on his muzzle.