Chapter 12: I Hate Nightmares

Damon

Damon woke from another nightmare of Melanie laughing over his bleeding body. The nocturnal sweats and convulsions were growing worse.

Last night, he jerked back into his body when his spirit drifted toward Renee's tent. His starvation was worse now than ever. The combination of a lack of feeding and his deadline made the silver cord keeping his soul and body linked, shorten. He doubted he'd travel more than a mile before the link to his physical body severed and his life ended. Even his physical energy waned, and he didn't trust himself not to lose consciousness on the way to the nearest town. No one was having sex within miles, so the possibility of siphoning their sexual energy to abate his hunger was out of his reach.