He had meant no offense, but intention wasn't enough to rid him of blame. Jonas had frowned at her answer, and took her silence as a cold shoulder towards him. He needed to watch himself. Though she may say she would eat him, instincts were everything, and it was difficult to draw the tales of vampires out from his mind when they so closely sat with reality. Was it wrong of him to be judgmental? More than likely. He himself had a certain prowess that could be dangerous; something he couldn't control easily. She boasted having control, and the fact that he was still standing with most of his blood intact should have been enough to vouch for it. But, it didn't stop him from feeling chills ride down his back as she waded her way through the brush behind him.
The forest was quiet, save for his hurried breathing and the birds singing through the tree tops. Their song was a comfort to his ears. If they were silent like the vampire, then he would have begun to worry. That's when people have told him to be on his guard, how true it was, he didn't know. He was not experienced. The grove around them grew darker as they pressed on; their way growing wilder as the trees and bushes pushed back at them. This was their home, and they were intruders. Jonas said a soft word to the forest, hoping to ease their travels. It had been two hours before they found the start of the trail. The tall oaks broke apart, as if someone had parted them with hands. They lined the trail spiraling downwards on a hill. Jonas made every step he took surefooted, and even still he felt the slick dirt move under his feet. He used the trees to brace himself, the sap sticking to his hands.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw something move, and stopped, his breathe catching in his throat.
