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// As the Sun Rises 
// Story: Twin Night Terror's 
// by FluffyDoom 
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	Chapter 8: As the Sun Rises.

Eclipse was jolted awake, not by noise though, by silence. The howling had stopped, the hissing had ceased.
Gently struggling out of her dazed light half-sleep, she struggled to keep her eyes open from the exhausting night.
Has the sun finally risen? Is it safe, will I be fine, will the twins be fine? She wondered to herself as she got up unsteadily and proceeded to barf. She would have been surprised if she wasn’t feeling so crappy. Dizzily she managed to open the cellar doors.
Sunlight meet her eyes and woke up Astra, who hissed all the louder.
At the end of her wit and patience she glared at the vampire. “Oh shut up, will you? You have no room to complain, I might lose a limb!” She growled, shaking the sloppily made bandage that cut off her blood.
She paused to examine it slowly and realised, half with relief, that during the night it had come somewhat undone, allowing some of her blood flow to return. Still in a foul mood besides that she grumbled as she left the cellar and closed it behind her, tightly. No need for Astra to get out.
Minutes later she found herself in their yard, and wildly pumping water on her wounded leg. It had soaked the bandages, but the bleeding had stopped. After a few soft scrubs her head cleared. The cold water rejuvenated her and she felt encouraged to stick her muzzle under its steady stream and gulp it down greedily. It rewarded her with a clean head, clear now of any fuzz from the night.
She proceeded to check her leg for any signs of infection, dirt, or yucky things that could cause her trouble in the future. With great relief she saw nothing of the source, though the movement had reopened it and slight trickles of blood ran down it slightly. Cursing she got up on three legs and hobbled inside.
Her motherly instincts over the twins told them to take care of them first, but her well of patience and love had run out with the shenanigans of last night. She assured herself that she could take care of any guilt from neglect when she took care of herself first. She entered the house and grabbed the first clean cloth in sight and made it into a bandage. It was tight, but not so tight it would cut off her blood circulation.
She sighed in major relief. “Now, time for me to care for Astra.” She yawned.

Shimmer woke up and barfed up some very scary things, and traumatizing was a disgusting understatement for the horror she felt when she examined the red-colored barf.
It is were chunks of half-digested meat, and blood that surely belonged to the creature that the lycan in her had devoured. She tried to scream for help, but the uproar in her stomach and throat refused to let her gurgle out one word over the vomit. She simply cried her silent tears until it was all over and she could audibly sob out to the world and curl up into a mushy pile of fear, stink, and uncertainty.

Astra didn’t fare better, still stuck in her animalistic state.
The unicorn Vampire growled at what little sunlight that could enter, and hissed at every movement that was made, either by her, or the rats. She easily ignored the bad-scent blood pool, as it had dried up anyway, and the one time she tried a sip from it it made her gag and gave her a headache.
Her stomach growled, and her mouth was burning as she sunk lower and lower into her own insanity of pain, fire, and a hurting heart that beat out what blood she did have left in her body. Her heart moved, and it didn’t move. It needed blood to work, though it didn’t really work. It no longer held emotions, it would no longer hurt in depression. All that was literally all in her head, or it would be once she got some good blood into her. At the moment though, she was stuck in an animal-like hell. All her thoughts reduced by 75%, and all movements made by instinct. All because she needed blood.
A squeaked rounded in the corner.
Blood was blood, and Astra could not hold herself back as she mutilated the mouse.

Eclipse was ready. She could deal with it now, she had psyched herself up for the worst possible outcomes. Even a dead changeling, but she prayed to every deity in mind that Marcus had not died. What a tragic end that would be to the brave changelings life. She stepped out with blood-bags in hand, but dropped them at the sight that beheld her.
“Oh dear Luna!” She moaned, seeing Shimmer covered in blood vomit and sobbing uncontrollably.