Of Voices and Dreams (5)
Consequence, after consequence.
One after another.
As if that wasn't enough of a lesson for Lukas to grasp and comprehend. He had learned it the hard way before, and he would learn it again.
The heart in his hand was grotesque.
There was a VR game that allowed you to pretend to be some kind of surgeon, to do organ transplants from hearts to brains.
Almost everything could have been done online and yet it failed to let Lukas actually deal with the real thing in his own hands.
Weren't Vampires supposed to be cold and numb? To be emotionally detached in such a way that Lukas once did even when he had been a human once upon a time.
It was so easy to accept things as inevitable.
But Lukas gritted his teeth and concentrated in the blood that remained in Philip's heart. Tried to make it pump—blood bending, anything to stave away the rot that tried to make its way to grab ahold of him.