The loud sirens stopped as the building went dark; only the sound of the metal walls sealing each exit and entrance filled the silence until there was nothing but the heavy breathing of a quietly sobbing newborn vampire.
A lone bulb emitting ashen light dangled by a rusty wire in the ceiling of the room Mikayla was hiding. With her feet tucked to her chest and her face buried in her knees, she rocked back and forth on the floor as her shoulders trembled.
Amidst the chaos of Rose's bloody rampage, Mikayla managed to escape to the underground cellar the mayor had taken her earlier. The stench of corpses was pungent in the air; it made her feel sick to her stomach.
Mikayla's mind was at its most vulnerable so the lamia easily took control of her, taking advantage of the sorrow that was shattering her conscious mind. She gave up on Mikayla before, but now she needed her more than ever for her plans to succeed.
