Vampires don't get sick

Cold droplets rained from the grey sky, soaking the dry dirt creating puddles of water, and softening much harder soil into mud.

It was raining cats and dogs in England.

Splash and splatters filled the damp air as the rain eased its assault on the beaten soil for only a few minutes before starting again, coming down even harder.

Footprints led to a cave deep in the woods not too far away from the secluded, large building hidden from the human public but called by the non-human, The Council of the Supernatural.

Inside this cave a good distance away, blazed a small fire, and around it were a man, a woman, and someone much smaller...probably a child.

Though the area was pretty dark because of the rain clouds and the incredibly tall trees, it was only late afternoon and it has merely been three hours since the trio escaped from the council's headquarters.