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Tristan looked over at Anna and smiled, but his expression slowly turned to one of sheer horror. Maureen stood behind Anna, teeth exposed, ready to attack. Just as Maureen leaned in to dish out her fatal blow, Anna flipped backward over Maureen and clutched Maureen's shoulders.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Anna whispered in Maureen's ear. She gently pressed her lips against Maureen's cold neck, letting the tips of her fangs rest lightly against Maureen's cool flesh. Maureen began shaking, and Anna loosened her grip.

Maureen turned around. A look of puzzlement swept across her perfect porcelain face. Anna gestured with her head for Maureen to leave, and Maureen did not hesitate.

"Anna!" Tristan called from across the field. He ran toward her and she lept into his arms.

"I was so scared." Anna told him.

"Everything is fine. " He told her and held her closely to his body.

"No, everything is not fine, Tristan. That's why I let go. Everything she ever felt, everything she had ever experienced pooled into my body, like her soul was connected to mine."

Tristan looked at her and cocked his head over to one side. He paused for a moment, and then his eyes grew wide.

"What is it? What's wrong?" Anna asked him. "Tristan?"