Invisible Werewolves

The mist crept in thicker now. Visibility had all but diminished and a hush settled over the area. The only sound was the faint whimpering of the taxi driver.

Katalea knew someone was trying to control the weather, it was clear they were trying to block the sun. It was a revelation to know that some vampires possessed powers as well. Slowly, she began trying to control her breathing and clear her mind. She started working against whatever was trying to cause the mist to turn the already pitifully bleak day into complete darkness. In the haze two more dark figures zipped by, snarling in the tinted windows. Their eyes, feral red, shone into the van as they pressed their faces to the glass.

As Katalea pushed out at the fog, she could hear the vampires begin to scatter in all directions, footsteps squishing on the damp lawn. A ray of light pulsed through the mist, then another. The sun was finally starting to peak through. Panic-stricken, the vampires began to flee. Genevieve,