So, I'm posting this epilogue to let you all know that I wrote a sequel to this story. It's a short story told from Tawny's point of view and takes place directly after the final chapter. The story is called "Bad Blood" and the first chapter will be up shortly. I hope you all read and enjoy it!

His eyes were burrowing into mine, cold despite the smile on his face and everything I had learned to distrust when dealing with the undead. They were somehow bluer than they'd ever been and piercing through me as though they could see every ounce of weakness that I had always had for them. Those eyes...

There was a bottle in his hand, decorated in a garish fashion as though it was some sort of ceremonial trinket and I had an inkling of what it contained before I could even catch a whiff. There was a part of me still clinging to my naïvety, however, and I wanted to believe that he wouldn't do that to me. Not after all we'd been through. Surely he wouldn't. He was still my friend, my David. He was still the boy that had protected me and looked after me and that was something that would never change.

I couldn't have been more wrong.