A haze engulfed him. Distorted voices teased his mind. Kimberly. Where was Kimberly? He shook off the numb fog. Sensation returned slowly. With it, long forgotten memories. The touch of wet homespun against skin. The comforting strength of the oak deck beneath his arse. And pain. Skull splitting pain. His head throbbed. His chest ached. His hands stung. He inhaled, but found it difficult to breath. Rough hands grasped his shoulders and dragged him into a sitting position. Seawater splashed over his face, ran into his eyes. He choked and coughed and spit out foul swill. With effort, he cracked crusty lids. His eyes burned, as did his palms. When his stinging vision cleared, he held up his hands to see why they hurt. He stared in surprise at the unexpected cuts and rope burns. Slashes across the palms oozed blood. His blood? He reached deep within for the healing power of the vampire. Nothing. Satan be damned. He was no longer vampire. He searched his mind for the panther and found no beast within.
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