The city hovered below him. He looked to the side and saw Aidan there, hanging in the air with his wings spread. "The city is yours," said Aidan. "Go down and destroy it, they can't stop you now that you have wings."

He nodded, folded his wings, and dove into the darkness.

He walked down a street. It was a street he'd never seen. All around him there were people in the shadows. They were vampires, he knew. They were going to kill him. No, he thought, I'm a vampire too now. They're here with me, I let them into the city and now we'll kill everyone.

His mother's face swam up before him, and he was in his bedroom, facing her. "I'm sorry, but I'm a vampire now. I don't want to kill you, but I have to."

And then he did, and she fell away from him and crumbled into dust. He went downstairs, and his brother and sisters were there. "I think I have to kill you too," he told them. They didn't seem to notice, they just stood there, like statues, and he stepped forward, but then the Hunter was there, with his long cape, and his wide-brimmed hat.

"No. You're not supposed to kill them."

"But I'm a vampire. Vampires kill people."

"Yes. But not them. Here." The Hunter handed him his sword, and David felt the weight of it in his hands. "You know what to do with it. It is yours now. Go, and kill. And remember that fear kills faster than the sword. That is why you will also need a hat."

And the dream faded like a chalk drawing in the rain, washing away, and David woke to the afternoon sun filling the room.