I wrote this for Complete the Stories. I used Vampire Bites as the template, and then changed it up more. Just in the edges of his peripheral vision, Alastair could see that the sun was setting. Twilight was upon him, and if he didn’t get home or someplace marginally safe, he’d probably be beaten. The little town of Tweed, Ontario really was no hot spot for danger, but there was the odd chance... And so he sat there, not-so-silently suffering. The pain became dull flickers as the minutes and maybe even hours passed. Time seemed not to care or notice him in her stately march toward nothing.