Twyla woke to the crackling of vampires burning. She was hot and cold. And definitely dying. Her shirt clung to her body and she wasn't sure if it was sweat or blood. Maybe it was both. The pain wasn't even that bad anymore. Twyla didn't think that was a good sign.
Twyla tried to get water from a pocket but her arms wouldn't lift the bottle and it fell to the floor. She heard it roll away. Well. That was it then.
She gave up.
Sleep came to her. Though she wasn't sure if it was sleep or she just lost consciousness.
Finally, night came and the sizzling stopped. Or maybe it started again. Twyla lost track of time.
Eventually, she was back in her curled position on the floor and definitely seeing things.
A man crouched in her cell. Why was he just standing there? How long had he been standing there? Was he just watching her? Was this another form of Aurora's torture? It didn't seem so bad.
