[Its mouth glows white as it shrieks. If it has eyes they're closed and sealed with the dark substance coating its whole body. Those opossums, infected and distorted though they were, weren't nearly so far gone.
The would-be victim falls right over, scrabbling back as the vampire reels and collapses and vanishes in a weird way, like it was made of loose sand. The grass between it and Geralt just barely trembles, as if troubled by columns of ants.
Toby, seeing nothing, has run gracelessly to check on the Resistance Witch, who's babbling in terror; work has stopped on the runes as people look at her or out into the quiet dark. Cwyldtid! the Witch is saying, and Shade!
What's happened is that the vampire has turned into a mist and moved along the ground in a stream, much faster than it could have walked or ran; even Geralt might strain to track black vapor in the dark, but the sickly sweet odor of Cwyld is strong as it parts around him and rejoins to pool behind him, fountaining back up-]
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The would-be victim falls right over, scrabbling back as the vampire reels and collapses and vanishes in a weird way, like it was made of loose sand. The grass between it and Geralt just barely trembles, as if troubled by columns of ants.
Toby, seeing nothing, has run gracelessly to check on the Resistance Witch, who's babbling in terror; work has stopped on the runes as people look at her or out into the quiet dark. Cwyldtid! the Witch is saying, and Shade!
What's happened is that the vampire has turned into a mist and moved along the ground in a stream, much faster than it could have walked or ran; even Geralt might strain to track black vapor in the dark, but the sickly sweet odor of Cwyld is strong as it parts around him and rejoins to pool behind him, fountaining back up-]