Nathaniel huddled close to the window, casting his eyes about the small humble cabin.  The main living area was a small chamber with a rug and a couch in it, several bookshelves worth of knick knacks lining the walls across from the fireplace.  Outside the window, snow whirled through the air in the night, and Vlad began to truly realize that he was trapped here for at least a day and two nights.<br/><br/>On the couch sat<em>her,</em>the girl who had been following him, who he saw tampering with his car before he started driving for the night, the woman who kept showing up across crowded dance floors at a distance.  They had recognized one another for what they were long ago, but refused to really face why they kept meeting each other.<br/><br/>The owner of the Cabin struggled on his bed, moaning against the duct tape over his mouth as he strained against the hogtie the two had put him in.  It was a bad situation, two vampires, the middle of winter, and but one vessel to split between them for an indefinite period of time.   Nathaniel closed his fist, running his tongue along his fangs as he considered his next move...