BlueCinders

-Samhain Eve, 8NE 017- The lights lurked away as we made our way under the LED covered metal and stone barrier and then to the wall. It was the sixth time we'd crossed into vampyre territory, I'd never seen anything before, but Coda always heard them. It was risky what we did; the human rings were our safe havens, where we were protected. Every year though, the ones of us with gifts were somehow turned; whether it was genetics, a virus, or an unseen force of nature, one unlucky human was turned on their seventeen birthday. I'd heard it's painful. I had been told that in the days past the gifted were given as an offering to the vampyres. The