As I walked down Hughes Street , I started making a plan in my head . First , I would backtrack to find where Sara was found or likely bitten . Second , I would talk to the neighboring businesses and families . Third , I ’ d inhabit the haunts that a fiend might occupy in order to spy on young girls . Fourth , I ’ d sit and wait for anyone remotely suspicious and especially of Transylvanian breed . Though the weakest of vampires , Transylvanians are the most cunning ; they have to be since they have little else to support them . The problem was that a Transylvanian vampire would avoid danger , and I might very well frighten him away . It would be a predicament but one that I needed to worry about when the time came . That night , I just didn ’ t care .
I rounded the corner onto Piccadilly , a usually busy street that wasn ’ t much busy at two in the morning . The streetlights were on , one every twenty-five feet or so , and the ground still glistened from the rain that fell earlier , but it was the snow that captured my notice . Mounds of snow , from naturally fallen to mechanically plowed , lined the street . The light above gently bathed the snow in yellow hue , creating a majestic , surreal moment that warmed my very soul . I felt like I was at home , in church , wrapped in the Lord ’ s way . I continued to take in the imagery , my eyes closed , as I began to pray a silent prayer for Sara . After a moment , something cold melted on my forehead , then my cheek and my nose . Opening my eyes , I saw unique crystalized water falling from the sky . The free snowfall in the yellow light calmed me as I stood there , just breathing in the cold air , filling my lungs with the fresh bite of winter . I exhaled a deep sigh of frozen air and the regret I felt for Emily left me . Emily ! I suddenly knew why I was so agitated , which meant that I needed to move on .
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