An idea occurs to you. A mad, stupid idea, but it's the only one you've got... other than dying on this bridge.
Still clasping your wounded chest with a hand that feels closer to a paw, you lunge at the nearest vampire. You rip it in two. The next one you rip into three. The fourth one springs back when you snap at it. That gives you the space you need. You break off the attack and race across the road.
You can hear Blackwell's voice. You ignore him and grab Sergi by the front of his shirt. He's heavy and you're weak, but you grit your teeth and haul him to the edge of the bridge.
For a split second, you stand there on the edge, the icy wind sucking at you, the black water shimmering below.
You hesitate. It's a mistake.
You throw yourself forward... but it's too late. The acute agony of silver slices up your back.
You try to scream but the air is sucked out of your throat. You're falling, tumbling through the air. Sergi is beside you. You try to grab him but, just as your claws brush against his shirt, you hit the water.
For a few seconds, you're pretty sure you pass out. Everything is black, and cold, and quiet. When you open your eyes, you're in your human form, and underwater.
where?where?where?where?where?
Here you respond. Here... and then the world fades into darkness.
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