Narzack

            The next few weeks passed without incident.  There were desperate parents to reassure and a few others who worried about the two, but that, too, passed.

            The days passed. 

            Kellin, too, left behind the terror and foreboding of that night.  He clung to the joy of her company, their sweet moments spent together in the bliss of remembrance.  Life moved on, as it always does.

            Not everyone, or everything forgot.  A veiled menace, eternally thirsting for blood, forever hating; an engine of desecration prowled on the edge of nightmares.  Only one other remembered that night.  For her, the nights were darker, longer.  And the dawn was grey.