Writhing

As Luca clawed at his eyes writhing on the floor, Beecher stopped, stupified, and looked down at his nemesis. All thoughts of food gone, he ran back to help in any way he could.

Zinnia approached just as quickly, more than concern showing on her face. But as she stood over him, she tilted her head to the side in confusion.

“I feel no pain, Luca. How can I help if I can’t feel it?” she cried, panicked. She had never come across an ache she couldn’t soothe.

“Help me get him out of the sun,” Beecher spoke softly as if his mere words would cause more pain.

As he reached down to move him, Luca’s hand shot out and grabbed Beecher by the forearm. Shocked, repulsed, Beecher jumped and recoiled. His face showed the fear of someone who knew they were about to be attacked by a vampire. Luca lay there grinning, all signs of pain gone. Madness lay in his eyes, but not a feral desire for canine blood. He pulled Beecher to the floor where he rolled and landed flat on his back. He loo