Night Terrors

Azalea. The world moved around me as I pounded up the steps of the Black Bill, my legs the same density of overcooked noodles. I held onto the railing, pausing, and trying to regain my balance before I passed out. No, I was not going to pass out. I would not pass out. I kept repeating this mantra inside my mind, sucking in a deep breath before proceeding up the steps. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that this would be the first place Dante would come looking for me, but I had a bit of time in my favor because he had his hands full with vamps at the moment. I forced myself to ignore the burn inside my chest, making way over the last set of steps. I carefully rounded the corner, relieved to see Red Roy’s door was closed. Music played from inside his place, so there was no doubt he was home. It surprised me he wasn’t laying recovering in a hospital somewhere, but I didn’t have time to fret over that little fact. I had to move, and fast. My heart dropped when I reached my apartment. The