The first shot of pain hit him between the eyes followed by a general throb throughout his head. Niles Gule kept his eyes squeezed shut and willed the pillow to stop hurting him. His head rang like a hollow bell. Over and over, lancing pain from eye to eye then ear to ear. He’d never encountered such pain in his life. Even his teeth hurt.
And what was that blasted noise? A relentless surge ground into his brain like a surgeon’s drill driving the vampire insane.
He sensed motion in the room. That terrified him. Vampires slept alone. A person in the room meant danger, death. Against the pain, he forced his eyes to crack open. A strange room slumbering in twilight met his bleary gaze. A motel room and not the sort Niles would choose. A vampire, after all, had his standards. This room smelled of dust and mold. …
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