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coat the daggers I used to kill the archangels.”
    “Why didn’t you tell me before?” he asked.
    “Well, you said that Satan’s blood was no poison to me, so I didn’t think it was important, but what if it’s just taken longer to have an effect on me?”
    “What you’re experiencing isn’t the symptoms of poisoning,” Danny assured me.
    My vision blurred and I blinked my eyes, trying to refocus. Everything changed.
    “Danny,” I whispered, clinging to him in desperation, “why is it dark?”
    “What do you mean, Helena, it’s still light outside.”
    “I … I can’t see anything.”
    Danny straightened me up and turned me around to look at me. My eyes rolled back in my head and my body started convulsing. I could feel everything that was happening to me, yet had no control over it. Danny held onto me tightly and placed something in my mouth, presumably to stop me from biting down on my tongue.
    When my body went limp he took the wood — I could taste the woody flavour — from my mouth and lowered me onto the pillow.
    I opened my eyes and Danny gasped. My vision had returned, though it was very blurry and I was frightened my sight would disappear again.
    “Your eyes,” he whispered. “Maybe you were right. Maybe the blood was a poison to you and you’ve been trying to assimilate it. Your eyes have changed colour, they’re hazel.”
    “Hazel? That’s new. Dark brown, to red, to hazel.”
    My body started trembling again, though only for a short while.
    “It doesn’t seem as bad now, the trembling,” Danny said. “Perhaps when you feed you’ll be able to keep your food down. We’ll give it a couple of days and try again. For now you rest, and I mean rest.”
    “Don’t worry, I don’t think I can work up an appetite for what you’re telling me to abstain from anyway,” I pouted.
    After having rested for a couple of days and not throwing up again, we finally returned to the ranch — above ground rather than underground. I was still having dizzy spells, though I disguised them by closing my eyes and saying I needed to rest for a few minutes. Luckily the dizziness abated when I employed that tactic.
    I sat on the ground and waited for Danny to return, enjoying the warmth of the morning sun on my face. My stomach rumbled. These days if it wasn’t rumbling it was heaving. I knew which I preferred.
    For some strange reason I felt the urge to hunt a werewolf. It came over me all of a sudden, from nowhere. Yes, I’d wanted to hunt werewolf before. I’d just never gotten around to it. Why I felt the urge to hunt them now, when I wasn't exactly at my best, I didn't know.
    Danny brought the vamps in pairs again, including a couple of females, on the off-chance they might be more agreeable — to my stomach, not to dying — and they tasted fine, the best yet.
    “Your colour looks better,” Danny said.
    “I feel a bit better. I do have the strangest urge though,” I said.
    “What for?” Danny asked.
    “To hunt werewolf.”
    Danny laughed. “If you keep your food down, maybe tomorrow.”
    I nodded my head. Danny headed off to find me one more meal. Six would be more than enough to restore my strength, if I could keep them down.
    Before I finished the last one, my stomach complained and my legs began to shake uncontrollably. Maybe I’d overdone it. I put my hands on the ground and pushed down with my feet, trying to stop the quaking.
    “ Shit! ” Danny said.
    I couldn’t remember ever hearing Danny swear before. He must be worried if he’d resort to the sort of language that came out of my mouth at least once in every dozen sentences. But then again, he wasn’t the only one who was worried. I was sure I was dying.
    The treetops began to spin and I closed my eyes.
    “I’m not going to make it home,” I said.
    It was the first night we didn’t spend back at the cottage since Danny had returned to me. We were lucky we just happened to be in the very place vampires didn’t like to