And death was an experience. Hers all purple lavender clouds and skies of stars, she slept on marshmallow like clouds and felt at peace as her soul migrated with the other. And as she stretched out like a cat under what looked like a meteor shower overhead, she met the brown eyes looking at her. Beautiful as the watched her in concern, she said nothing and just stared back with no expression as she held on to the moment for a while longer...
And then she was awake. Feeding.
Two days later and still feeling odd in her skin, Rayne had never thought she could see better, feel better, taste better. Be better.
Her genes had activated unlike with Oliver. She looked twenty-one now.
Still unable to believe it, she smiled revealing her fangs and then looked at the pendant on her neck. Beaut
