Barrow Fields And under mountains in the moon

again and again vercingetorix's head bashed down, rattling her skull with astounding force. caiaphas' vision blurred -- or was that blood?

she held, her head shuddering, eyes blurring -- there was a shadow, something else passing over them -- and all of the sudden vercingetorix's tore away. with it, went the last of caiaphas' force, her body shaking and the adrenaline ebbing out down through her body, leaving a strange sense of exhaustion to come creeping in.

he was running and she lunged after him, vision red and swimming. drunken steps, a stumble. she snarled and willed her limbs to go faster - they did not comply.

and alarmingly, ever so alarmingly, a warmth was spreading down her throat, trick trickling. dumbly she looked down with a gasp, her fur matted thick with blood, feeling the warm movement that shouldn't be there glissading through her pelt --


with that, the siren fell to the ground with a grunt.