He turned her into what she is now.”
“A vampire?” I can’t believe that I’m actually expecting confirmation for such a ridiculous question. “Wait,” I whisper, heart pounding, “How are we even seeing her dreams? Sex video I’m sure you wouldn’t lie to me. Each weave of the rope hums with energy and I watch with utter fascination as images dart through them, like little surges of electricity through copper wire. Surely such radiance should shine through, its heat baking the clay until it flakes off and is carried away in the wind. The mark is only temporary of course, and will disappear when he eventually washes his disguise away, but my handprint is rendered faithfully out of his real skin, almost as if it is physical evidence of our connection.
