Waiting for the Light
Tamrir huddled in the darkness, willing the minutes to slow their passage as he awaited the coming dawn. His sister’s weight pressed reassuringly against his side, and he hugged her close.
The night had been long. Ridiculously so.
“Is it time yet?”
He started, not having realised Ameyi was awake. “Nearly,” he said. “See how the sky’s getting lighter. The sun will be here soon.”
“Do you think it’ll have worked, Tammy?”
A wry smile twisted his lips. “I suppose we’ll know, soon enough.”
He wanted to reassure her, to tell her everything would be fine, but that wasn’t the truth. And they’d made a promise to always be truthful with each other.
“I know. Me too,” he said.
The light was growing steadily brighter. Soon they’d find out, one way or another, whether the injected serum had healed them of their vampiric disease. If it hadn’t…
At least the rising sun would be a beautiful sight, even if it was the last thing they’d ever see.
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