The Van Helsing Legacy: Dark & Hungry Graves
I woke to the sight of scarlet eyes mere inches from my own.
A heavy fog still clung to my thoughts, making it difficult to be properly afraid, but I tried.
Those eyes were as much temptation as terror, though. A howling abyss yawned just beyond them, and I struggled in the grip of a giddy desire to jump. L’appel du vide. The call of the void. To jump would be the end of me, but in my last few seconds, I would know what it felt like to fly.