Echoes of the Past

Victor sat up in bed, his body sticky with sweat, the sheet clinging to him like another layer of skin. He ran his fingers through his hair and swallowed the swell of tears. Freedom came with a price; it always had. He dropped onto the mattress with a groan. A shudder ran through him as the dream faded into mere memory. It had been almost six months, yet the dreams still came. How he longed to hear Daniel's voice just one more time.

From his position on the mattress, Victor could see the lingering hint of daylight through the cracks in the walls. Night would come soon and with it, the necessity of feeding. Yet feeding no longer held any pleasure for him, not since Kristoph had taken Daniel from him. Not since his banishment from the clan he'd belonged to since his turning over nine hundred years ago. Yes, freedom did indeed come with a price.