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Both of us must have been exhausted because by the usual time we should have been up, we weren’t. In fact, it got to be about half an hour after the fact that we were woken up – rudely, at that. Truska’s seal-like language made up both yelp and flip off the hammock. I looked up, dressed all wrinkled and to my knees from the fall, to see her and Mr. Tall in the background. “Shit!” I hissed to Evra as I sat up. “Truska, I…” She scolded me it sounded like. She scolded Evra too, going off of his embarrassed look. I stood and she shooed me out. When I stepped outside, wincing at the cold, I glanced

My roommate was Madame Truska, aka the bearded lady. Each morning for a week, I would wake, dress, and go to breakfast. The others had been fairly quick to warm up to me and I to them. From there, Evra Von – the snake boy who could lick the inside of his nose – and I would go do a few chores around the grounds. Lunch would happen and then some free time. Dinner – which was usually in form of liquid red for myself – came and went too soon. By the evening, I was back to helping Mr. Crepsley. For the first week, I treated him coolly. I wasn’t rude, which was quite a feat, and yet I wasn’t nice. I was civil. O

The headache was gone when I woke the next day. Apparently sleeping over twelve hours was the cure. Somehow I doubted my ability to make such a thing a habit. I got up and got dressed, wondering if I had dreamt that last night. His hand, his care… I shook my head and put my hair into a ponytail. Hm, it was getting pretty long. Making a mental note to cut it, I went out and started my day. That evening as Evra and I finished dinner, a car drove by in the distance. I raised a brow not at the car, but at Evra’s reaction. His plate and fork hit the ground with a loud thud. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, what’s

A couple weeks passed quietly. Things had settled back into a routine. The nightmares faded away and the Little People weren’t so bad. It was also colder. This point made me happy, excited. I would be seventeen soon! Evra hadn’t brought up Mr. Tiny and his words either, thankfully. He knew that I didn’t want to discuss how and why I became half-vampire. I tried my best to ignore and forget the man’s words about Crepsley as well. It made it…less awkward. When I woke one day, I felt the cold seep into our normally warm tent. I dressed appropriately and stepped out. Snow! I gasped and held my hands out. It was snowi

I poured the red wine-blood mixture out in a bush. The thought of anyone drinking it…I shuddered. I placed the candles and dishes back in the basket and put my gloves on. I felt better physically, but I felt like shit emotionally. Today wasn’t quite as I had hoped it to be. I started the first mile of the twenty miles. I could run through the city, but I knew I’d have to be slow and careful in the woods. The dress would, with my luck, catch and rip if I did. So I jogged for the first five miles, thankful the food and, reluctantly thankful, that the blood had helped my energy levels. The blood…I scowled and stopped jogg