3. "We Have No Choice."

Perseus and Satin become lost in the snow. Perseus, being a vampire, struggles against succumbing to the cold but he is fast reaching the limit of his endurance; without feeding, he cannot last much longer....

After some hours of walking, Perseus staggers, falling to his knees:

Perseus: "It's no use. I can't go on."


Satin: "So... that's it then."
Perseus: *groans* "No... I'm finished, but you must go
on. No sense... in both of us dying. Here... take your
coat...."


Satin: *sighs* "No. No point." *pulls his cravat free
and drops it in the snow*
Perseus: "No, you could still make it. You have to try!"
Satin: "I couldn't make it; I'm already too cold. But...
you could. If you drink my blood. You're stronger than me;
you could carry me to safety."


Perseus: "Are you sure about this? If you're wrong, then
it could mean both our deaths."
Satin: "It will mean both our deaths if you don't."
Perseus: "But... I could kill you!"
Satin: "You won't. Besides... how could that be any worse
than dying slowly in the cold? At least this way my death
might serve a purpose."


Perseus: "You're resolved then?"
Satin: "I am."
Perseus: *small sigh* "Very well."


Satin: "Be swift, before my resolve fails me."
Perseus: "Satin... Kynaston-"
Satin: *whispers* "Please."


Satin: "Will it... hurt?"
Perseus: *gentle whisper* "Only a brief pain... and then
you'll feel nothing, I promise...."
Satin: *gasps* "Ah!"

*** minutes pass ***


Perseus: "Oh, what have I done?"


Perseus: "Kyn? Kyn??"


To be continued....