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looked around. There were no caves visible, though the feral vampires were more than capable of hiding themselves when they wanted to. “Okay, but only for a little while. I want to get about a mile higher before we settle in for the night.”
    There was a crunch behind her, feet in the snow. Terra turned, looking for where it came from, but there was nothing there. Lance's eyes questioned her, but she just waved him off. They looked for a patch of dirt that wasn't covered in snow and set down their backpacks when she heard the crunch again.
    “Did you hear that?” She asked, crouching low and looking around. She breathed a spell to improve her vision, but still saw nothing.
    “No,” he said, but then cried out. Something had grabbed him. Terra sprung forward and then finally saw their attacker- a small vampire, a girl, who looked like she had been turned at thirteen. Her eyes were yellow and hungry, hungrier than even the homeless of Mindren ever looked.
    Her mouth opened and she hissed, baring her teeth too near Lance's throat.
    “Get away from him,” Terra commanded, her voice crackling with energy while she gathered energy to blast the girl away. She couldn't kill the vampire, but she could fight her. “Borte!” With her yell, the energy gathered into a ball and hit both Lance and the feral vampire, sending them sprawling. They didn't break apart, the vampire held him on the ground as she screamed and struggled.
    Lance moved suddenly, and then the vampires screams turned to whimpers, and then silence as she turned to ash. Terra looked on, unsure of what happened. The feral vampire was just… gone. Disappeared. Dust in the wind.
    She sat in the snow and stared.
    “Are you okay?” Lance asked, wiping a knife pulled from his boot with his shirt.
    “She never touched me. Are you okay? How did you do that?”
    He showed her the knife, crooked but sharp and shining in the sun. There were runes etched into it, runes that were so old even she couldn't recognize them. They seemed to originate from before the Futhark runes. She wasn't sure how she knew that. She just did.
    “That knife can kill vampires?”
    Lance nodded, grinning. “My dad gave it to me, before he died. I was young, but my mom let me keep it. I didn't know what it did until a vampire tried to abduct me in high school.”
    “My gods,” she whispered, stepping closer, touching the dull side of the blade and feeling magic pulsing from it. “Lance, I am begging you, let me study this knife. When this is all over, whether we find my mother or not. Just this contribution could be enough to clear your name.”
    “Sure, as long as you don't destroy it. It's all I have left of my dad.” He stuck the knife back in his left boot, patting it to make sure it was secure. “Now, come sit with me, and hold my hand.”
     
    A mile higher up the mountain, the two were nearly ready to collapse from how tired they were. Neither needed to confirm with the other when they stopped. It happened naturally, when they found a small wooded area.
    “Can you do a spell to see if we're safe here?” Lance asked, grabbing branches and placing them in a pile on a small patch of ground without snow.
    “Yeah, and I'll set up a protective sphere, too. It should last long enough for us both to sleep, and cancel out the smoke of the fire at the same time.”
    Lance nodded, flicking his fingers to start the fire. Terra closed her eyes, sitting on the freezing ground, her butt going numb. She focused on the world around her, listening for any life. A bluejay. A rabbit, and then many rabbits. Nothing larger. Nothing sapient.
    Satisfied with the surroundings and the safety the trees provided, she then set up a bubble around them that would make them impossible to notice. Feral vampires had more magic at their disposal than most modern vampires, but they couldn't break her protection spells, especially not once they burned a branch with protective runes in the fire Lance had