![]() ![]() ![]() She fell to the ground, where she lay bleating miserably. She tried running away, but her legs wouldn't carry her. But I was weak and clumsy and didn't twist hard enough the first time. ![]() If I'd had my full powers, I would have snapped her neck and she would have been dead in an instant, without any pain. She looked as though she didn't have long to live, anyway. I finally found one with skinny, trembling legs and a dazed expression, and decided she'd do. That way I wouldn't have to feel so lousy about killing it. I was looking for an old sheep, or one that looked sick. They were used to humans and barely lifted their heads when I entered the field and walked among them. They were grazing peacefully when I arrived. Finally, because I was tired and half afraid of what would happen if I returned to camp empty-handed (the Little People might decide to eat me!), I headed for a field full of sheep. Next, I went looking for roadkill but couldn't find any dead animals. I worked up a sweat chasing it and had to sit down for a few minutes. I tried catching a rabbit but wasn't fast enough. A few more days and I wouldn't be able to pull myself out of bed. Crepsley had said I'd be dead within a week if I didn't drink human blood, and I knew he'd spoken the truth. ![]() I could still run faster than a human, and I was stronger than most kids my age, but I wasn't superfit or extrastrong anymore. ![]()
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