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Chapter 5 (v.1) - Day Three

Submitted: June 26, 2008

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For the third time, I felt a searing pain burning through my veins, acid trickling down my spine. I felt the burning sensation that comes with transformation, throughout my body. Like always, I continued to squirm, to fight (just because I couldn’t help it—the pain was still so intense it was impossible to hold still), but I didn’t scream. I kept as silent as I could. Then I heard something I had grown to like immensely in the last two days. Something that signified the end of the pain—Ryan’s song. Except this time, it was different.

“Calm, my angel. Dream happy dreams and you’ll forget this pain. A pain all of our kind must feel. But soon it will be over. It doesn’t last forever. Hopefully you’ll forget me soon, because I’ll never forget you.”

I, again, woke in a cold sweat. And this time, I knew why. Unlike the past two nights, this morning, I remembered everything from my transformation. Including Ryan’s song—especially the last part, the part that had changed.

Since it was Saturday, and since I really didn’t want to have to face another day alone (without Ryan, that is), I turned off my alarm and went back to sleep.

When I woke up again, I just lied in my bed for a while, contemplating whether or not I actually wanted to get up. I hadn’t fully made up my mind yet, when—


I rolled over and flipped open my cell phone and saw that I’d gotten a text. I just about choked when I saw who it was from. Jay.

‘Hey grrrlfriend! How ‘bout some sleddin’ 2day?’

Oh no. I hadn’t even thought about my friends since I’d cried over them yesterday evening. What was I supposed to do? What if something happened and they found out everything?

What could happen? I argued with myself. Plus, I really couldn’t back out on them. I always went sledding with them, even though I knew they knew I hated it. I had to go. I didn’t have a choice. And, if I backed out on them, they could get suspicious. And that was not what I needed right now.

My fingers shook as I answered the text. ‘Sure.’

‘Gr8,’ Jay texted back. ‘11:00. HSH’

I breathed a sigh of relief. That gave me one hour. If I’d had all day to think about it, I was sure I would have come up with an excuse not to go, or scared myself silly about going. So this was good. This way, I didn’t have much time to think.

I rolled out of bed (despite sleeping in, I was still exhausted) and went into the bathroom to take a long shower. After doing that, I went back into my room to get dressed. I kept it simple—jeans and a plain black T-shirt. After getting dressed, I just sat on the edge of my bed for a while, gazing off into space, trying to kill time. Then I paced around my room a bit and ended up sitting again; only this time, on the edge of my computer chair. I just stared at the lifeless monitor for a while, then, when that got old, I finally decided to go into the bathroom to put on my makeup.

I didn’t have the energy to do anything extravagant (not that I ever did), so I just put on some mascara. I wouldn’t have even done that, except for the fact that, again, I just needed to waste time. I was pleasantly surprised that if you REALLY take your time putting on mascara (each lash, one at a time), you can easily kill five minutes.

When I left the bathroom, I glanced at the clock in the hallway. Thanks to my awesome time-wasting skills, it was now twenty-till. I trudged down the stairs and into the kitchen. Oscar was there, so he automatically started rubbing against my leg, signifying he wanted food. I suddenly felt bad for sleeping in. I’d totally forgotten about Oscar. I poured him some food and got him some fresh water. He, of course, scarfed it down. I looked around but didn’t see my dad anywhere. So I went back upstairs to check in his room.

I quietly pushed the door open, and there he was, sleeping. Just as I’d figured. I went back downstairs and put on my snow boots. I left a note on the whiteboard by the door telling my dad where I was, for when, or if, he decided to get out of bed. I grabbed my coat and headed out the door.

Like always, it was freezing out. But I couldn’t let it bother me. I was going to walk. And slowly, at that. Hopefully I would arrive late. So, I started walking down the street; the sidewalks still hadn’t been cleared. I soon passed NACS. The high school would be coming up soon; it was just past the teahouse.

I rounded the corner, and there it was. The nightmare of all nightmares. The high school hill, staring down at me like an evil tyrant, ready to ruin my life.

Just as I was pondering running away, someone called my name.

“Emma! Over here!” Jay’s voice rang out over the wind.

I sighed and started trudging up the hill to where they were at the top.

“Hey Girl! About time you get up here,” Jay teased.

“Don’t worry, Emma. It’ll be over soon,” Jessi whispered in my ear. She had near the same feelings towards sledding as I did.

“Hey Em,” said Kelley.

“Emma!” squealed Laina, and hugged me. Laina was definitely the most exuberant of the group.

“Hey,” I mumbled. I just wanted to get this over with.

“Okay girls,” began Jay. “Get in position.” We always did this thing where we all went down at the same time, with our sleds spaced far enough apart so we wouldn’t crash into each other. We did that first. Jay liked to get us worked up so we wouldn’t just stand around and not ‘participate’.

I pulled my sled out of the pile. Jay also always brought all of the sleds, so we wouldn’t ‘lose’ ours. (I’d always had a feeling this rule was aimed towards me.) I pulled it over to my spot and regrettably sat down on it. Everyone else did the same.

“Ready? Jay yelled.

“Yeah!” the rest of us hollered simultaneously.

“On your marks, get set, go!” Jay commanded.

I pushed off with my hands and I was flying down the hill. When we all got to the bottom, everyone was laughing and yelling, except for me. We all started to pull our sleds back up the hill. I was the last one up. I decided to go stand in the back, away from the laughter and merriment. Once I had done the first go-down, I wasn’t obligated to participate in the rest. I stood back, with my sled in front of me, watching as all my friends repeatedly slide down the hill. Jay would go every time. Sometimes he would force Jessi to go with him, but she usually stood back as well. Laina and Kelley would go down almost every time, like Jay.

After about his sixth go-down, Jay came over to me and asked, “Emma, what’s wrong?” I had been even more distant during this snowy outing than I usually was, but I didn’t think anyone would notice. Obviously someone did.

“Nothing,” I said simply. Jay looked at me skeptically.

“Yeah right,” he argued.

“I’m just tired. That’s all,” I explained. And I was only partially lying. I was tired. Exhausted, really, but that wasn’t the only reason I’d been avoiding everyone. I had thought long and hard on my way to the hill about becoming a Vampire and eventually losing all my friends. I’d decided I would start weaning away from them now, instead of having to say goodbye, just like that, when the time came. And I had a feeling the time was coming soon. I thought the process of saying goodbye would be easier if I didn’t have to do it all at once. But I still felt bad, standing alone, distancing myself from my friends now. I didn’t want to leave them, but I knew I had to. I felt more pain than I had thought I would, thinking about never seeing Jay, Laina, Jessi, or Kelley again.

Jay was staring at me now, wishing me to tell him what was wrong, with hurt in his eyes, knowing that I didn’t want to. But that wasn’t right. At that moment, I really did want to tell him. At my moment of weakness and self-pity, I wanted to tell Jay everything. I was toying with the irrational thought that he’d understand it all and not judge me. The reason, I think, I wanted to tell Jay so much, what was happening, was because I didn’t want to keep any more secrets. I didn’t want my two worlds to be forever separate, like they were slowly becoming. I wanted them to mesh together, intertwining with one another. But, rationally, I knew that could never happen.

“Trust me, Jay. It’s nothing.”

“Well,” he began. “Okay. If you say it’s nothing, I guess I believe you.” But I knew he didn’t.

Jay looked down for a second, then looked back up at me, enthusiasm shining on his face. “Do you want to go down the hill with me?”

“Sure,” I agreed. And I kind of did. I knew I would miss Jay most of all, and I wanted to have a little more time with him before I had to say goodbye forever.

“Good! Let’s go!”

I actually smiled a bit at his enthusiasm.

We got on his sled, him in front, me in back, and he asked, “Ready?”

“Ready,” I answered. I felt a twinge of pain thinking that this was most likely going to be the last time I would go down this hill with Jay.

He began to push off and I did the same. We sped down the hill, screaming and laughing. We were still giggling when we got to the bottom.

“That was great, Jay,” I said, out of breath.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “It was really fun. I’m glad you came down with me.”

I was about to say, “me too,” but my laughing was cut short by a sudden feeling in my throat.

Oh my god, I thought. No, not here!

“Uh, Jay, I have to go,” I said quickly before the feeling rose any farther up my throat.

“What?” he asked, shocked. “But, but—Emma!” He shouted my name, for I was now running away from him as fast as I could. “Emma, what’s wrong?!”

I turned back around quickly, as I was running, and yelled, “I’m so sorry Jay! I-I forgot, I, uh, I have to go! Sorry!”

Then I turned back around and sprinted down the snow packed sidewalk. I ran as far away as I could, pressing my lips tightly together. But when I realized I wouldn’t be able to make it home, I jumped into the nearest patch of shrubs. I was safe now. No one would see me in here.

I hunched over and threw up. Blood came spewing out. I choked and spit as more and more blood came rushing out of my mouth. I started crying. I thought this must be at least another fourth of my blood. It was really bad. I was probably crouched there in the bush for more than five minutes before the blood finally stopped. When it did, I wiped my mouth with an old piece of paper I found in my pocket. I scooped up a handful of snow and put it in my mouth, letting it melt there, then spitting it back out. When I was ready to leave my hiding spot, I packed a thick layer of snow over the pool of blood and the bloody paper, so no one would happen upon it, and, making sure no one was around to see me, crawled out of the bush and headed for home.

When I got back, I erased my note on the whiteboard, took off my snow boots, hung up my coat, and looked around for my dad. When I didn’t find him, I assumed he was still sleeping. It was only 11:40. I hadn’t exactly been gone long.

I slowly walked back up the stairs and into my room. I had been secretly hoping that I would find Ryan there, ready to apologize. My heart dropped when I didn’t. I ended up just walking around my room for a little bit, thinking of something to do. On my third revolution, I noticed something: it was still dark in my room. All my curtains were securely drawn and weren’t letting any light in. I couldn’t help but think of it metaphorically: The curtains are closing on my happy life, plunging everything into darkness.

I was suddenly furious at the curtains. I wanted to rip them from their bars and let the sunlight burst into my room. I wanted to shred them and burn them and say, “There. You will not ruin my life. HA!” But I settled for pulling them back and letting as much light in as I could without actually destroying them. As I was pulling open the curtain facing the front yard and the tree, I saw a white, folded piece of paper taped to it. I ripped it off and walked over to my bed to sit down before I read it. It said:


You know I can’t see you in person, so I’m writing this letter. Since you’re progressing in your transformation so rapidly, I feel it necessary for you to know everything you need to know about what’s happening to you, and our way of life.

First, I will talk about the actual transformation. Every night, for the past three nights, I have come in through your room and injected you with venom. Every night, the amount of venom I give you increases. I know what you’re wondering. If you feel under your hairline at the back of your neck, you’ll feel a half-moon scar.

My hand automatically flew up to the back of my head. Just like he said, there was a part of my skin that was raised like a scar.

That is where I bite you every night to inject the venom. No, I don’t have fangs, and neither will you. While we’re dispelling myths, I might as well mention that Vampire don’t burn in the sun. The sun does not affect us at all, except it does tend to feel a little uncomfortable at times. But it won’t hurt us. And, we don’t sleep as much as humans. Right now, however, you’re probably feeling extremely exhausted most of the time. That’s normal. During the change, it’s typical for newborns to feel severe fatigue. This won’t last. Once you’re a full Vampire, you’ll be able to go days, weeks, or even months, without sleeping. Afterwards, you will only need a few hours to rejuvenate—depending on how long you were awake. But don’t worry. Despite what the myths tell you, we don’t sleep in coffins.

Second, you will be receiving a letter in the mail soon, about attending a school called Arborson. The letter will say that it’s because of your academic skill and they want you there right away. Really, Arborson is the Vampire training academy that you will be attending to learn battle skills and learn more about our species.

Thirdly, and probably the most crucial piece of information you need to know right now, your brother is your enemy. He has been turned into a Caduto Angelo, which means, fallen angel. It always works this way. Family fights family to determine which species, Vampire or Caduto Angelo, will come out on top. There’s a story behind this. All Vampires and Caduto Angelos learn it the same way. Here it is:

The original fallen angel—the first Caduto Angelo— had been banished from Heaven for believing that he was the greatest and most powerful creature of all.

When the Caduto Angelo arrived on Earth, he encountered the first Vampire.

The Vampire had, equally, been banished from Hell for not believing himself superior to all. The Vampire had been angry, and had wanted to prove to his master in Hell that he could change, and believed that if he became superior, he would be admitted back into his home.

After being banished from their sanctuaries, both Vampire and Caduto Angelo had—when they’d first encountered each other—been angry and irritable.

The angelo—who wanted very much to prove his master in Heaven wrong—immediately challenged the Vampire to a fight. The Vampire, wanting to regain acceptance by his master, eagerly agreed.

And so, the first battle between Vampire and Caduto Angelo began. It is said that it never ended, and that, to this day, the original Vampire and Caduto Angelo continue to fight in a place not on Earth—a place between Heaven and Hell. But, during the fight, others had been dragged in. The Vampire changed people with his venom so he could be assisted in battle. The Caduto Angelo had multiplied—much like cell division, but more of an evil sorcery. He created more of his kind. Not exact duplicates, but others of his species.

And so now we, the “descendants” of both the Vampire and the fallen angel war against each other to determine which species will come out on top and dominate.

That is the story in whole. But, just so you know, Emma, Caduto Angelos are no longer created the way the original Caduto Angelo created others. Now, since it has been going on for so long, a Caduto Angelo simply has to breathe their air into a human to change them. The gene is so potent that it changes the human, just like that. Eventually, Emma, after you have finished your training, you will have to fight your brother, just like the rest of the Vampires in your year will have to fight their siblings. It is something that must happen. Do not argue with it. There is no turning back now.

I will come once more tonight for the last time, to complete your transformation. You should be getting your letter within the next couple of days.

Be Well,


I folded the letter and put it in my desk drawer. I was absolutely speechless. I could not believe what Ryan had said in the letter. I was overwhelmed to the point that I felt exhausted. I curled up on my bed, and thought about everything Ryan’s letter had said. My mind was racing and I couldn’t stop it. What was I going to do? What about Sam?

This can’t be happening, I thought, as I fell into a deep, exhausted sleep. But it was happening. And there was nothing I could do about it.

I woke up with a start. Ryan hadn’t come or anything and I hadn’t gone through more transformation, but still, there was a light layer of sweat on my skin. I had broken out in a cold sweat during my restless nap. I’d had a dream about Sam, and me killing him. It had been terrible. . .

We were at his college. I lured him toward me, then reached out for a hug. When he embraced me, I sank my teeth into his neck. He fell down and convulsed on the floor, screaming in pain. I just stood over him and laughed. He screamed my name and pleaded with me, but I continued laughing at his pain and suffering. Eventually, his convulsions ceased and he was dead. I suddenly felt shocked at what I had done. I’d killed my own brother. I turned away from his lifeless body and ran in the opposite direction as fast as my legs could carry me. As I was running, the scenery changed. Instead of the college campus, I was now running through a dense forest. But the trees were short—almost like shrubs. I continued running for what seemed like forever. When I reached the edge of the forest, I saw Ryan. I ran toward him and tried to embrace him. But I couldn’t get less than two feet from him. It was as if there was an invisible force-field surrounding him.

He’d said, “Now I don’t have to worry about you, Emma. You’ll never touch me.”

I’d been extremely upset at that. I started crying. I said, “Ryan, I killed him. I killed Sam! What am I supposed to do?”

He’d just stared at me with an astonished look on his face and said, “Sam wouldn’t have killed you, you know.”

“What?” I’d choked. “H-He, but he, he should have.”

“Sam didn’t want to kill you, Emma. But I see you wanted to kill him.”

I argued with him. “No. No, I didn’t. I just—I, I—”

“It’s okay,” Ryan said. “It’s over. There’s nothing you can do to change anything.”

“But, I didn’t mean to!” I yelled at him.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said as he turned to walk away. “It’s over now.”

“Ryan!” I screamed after him. I hadn’t wanted him to go. He didn’t turn around. I started chasing after him, but he only walked faster. Eventually, he started running, too. But, to my great dismay, not at me.

I tripped over something in my haste, and fell to the forest floor. As I was laying there among the brambles, I suddenly felt a cold breath on my neck. I turned around and Sam was standing over me, glaring.

“S-Sam,” I stuttered. “I-I thought you were d-dead.”

He just leaned in closer. He reached his hands out, toward my neck. I noticed his eyes were now a very light silver color. I looked deep into them, pleading. Then he whispered, “It’s your turn, Emma.”

That’s when I’d woken up.

I rolled over to grab my phone that was sitting on my bedside table. 3:00 PM, it read. I sighed. I wished it would be later; that way, I could have just avoided the rest of the day and then gone back to sleep again when it was night.

I set my phone back down and noticed something underneath it. A piece of white paper. I hoped desperately that it was another note from Ryan. But I also hoped that it didn’t include more terrifying details about the life I was about to embark on.

I unfolded it.


I’m really sorry about your purge today. You know there was nothing you or I could have done about it, but I just had to say I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have had to go through that. You shouldn’t have had to leave your friends to go throw up in a bush. That wasn’t right. But you and I both know it had to happen; I just wish it hadn’t happened like it did. I just had to write you because I felt so bad. I should have told you that the purging could come at any time, and very suddenly. Sorry.


P.S. My first letter wasn’t on your window when I dropped this one off, so I assume you got it. If you have any questions, just leave a letter taped on the same window. I will answer any of the questions that you have. I won’t lie to you, Emma. Please remember that. And please remember that I do care about you.

Once again, and very sincerely,


I folded the note back up, then got up and walked over to my desk. I opened the top drawer and placed Ryan’s second note on top of his first. I sighed and looked at a piece of blank lined paper sitting in the drawer. Ryan had said that if I had any questions, I could ask. But the thing was, I only had one question, and I had a feeling he wouldn’t want to answer it. I wanted to know if we’d ever be able to be around each other again. I knew Ryan had said that we had to stay apart for two months, but I didn’t know if that still applied, since the no-contact rule had been broken already. But I guess I kind of already knew the answer, anyway.

I closed the drawer and sat down in the computer chair. I clicked into the internet, then pulled up my favorite search engine. I typed in, “War for Dominance between Vampire and Caduto Angelo”. Hey, you never know.

Of course, I got a,‘No results found for "War for Dominance between Vampire and Caduto Angelo".’ Well, I had to try.

Now I honestly didn’t have anything better to do, so I slumped down the stairs and into the living room, where I sat down in the recliner. My dad lounged on the couch.

“Hey dad,” I greeted him.

“Hey kiddo! Finally decide to get up?”

“Yeah,” I mumbled.

My dad was watching some Animal Planet show—thank goodness it wasn’t a cooking show. That probably wouldn’t have gone over too well.

“So what’s up?” asked my dad, conversationally, obviously confused that I was down here with him.

“Nothing,” I answered. “Can’t a girl hang out with her dad without something being, ‘up’?”

“It usually doesn’t work that way,” noted my dad.

I sighed. “Dad, I don’t want anything. I’m just bored, that’s all.”

“Oh, you’re bored. So you have nothing better to do than hang out with dear old dad, huh?” he teased.

I laughed, and so did he. We sat there, watching a show about meerkats for about another half hour. When the show finally ended, my dad got up, stretched and walked over to the door. He began putting on his snow boots.

“What are you doing, dad?” I asked.

“I’m going to go shovel the sidewalk and the driveway. We’ll probably be going to school on Monday, and I want to do it now and get it over with.

After quickly thinking about what else I had to do, and coming up blank, I asked, “Can I help?”

“Sure. If you want to,” said my dad, sounding a little shocked.

I went over to the door, next to my dad, and put on my snow boots too. We grabbed our coats and gloves and went out into the freezing late-afternoon air together.

The snow shovels were propped up against the house—let’s just say they had become a permanent fixture there over the past three months. My dad grabbed one, and I grabbed the other. We went to work, starting at the top of the driveway. After fifteen minutes, I had cleared about half the driveway all by myself. My dad seemed to be moving at a glacial pace. He was still up at the top. I decided to let my dad finish his half, and went on to do the sidewalks. I finished ten feet of sidewalk on either side of the driveway in ten minutes. And I wasn’t even tired. I mean, I felt the usual drowsiness, but I wasn’t weak. I felt like I could go on shoveling for hours. I continued shoveling up to the neighbor on each side’s driveway. When I finished with that, I walked back over to ours. My dad had finally finished his half of the driveway and was sitting on the front step, breathing heavy.

“You know,” he began. “You could probably do the neighbors’ driveways too, if you want. I’m sure they’d appreciate it.”

“No thanks,” I answered.

“Aren’t you exhausted?” Asked my dad.

“I guess so.”

“Let’s head inside,” said my dad, as he got up off the step. I put my shovel back against the house, next to his, and followed him in.

When we got inside, we took off our boots and gloves and hung up our coats. I stood there in the entryway and watched my dad go into the kitchen.

“You want some hot chocolate?” he asked. I didn’t think anything chocolate, hot or cold, would settle well, but I said, “Sure.” I had to keep up the whole, ‘I’m-not-turning-into-a-Vampire—I’m-still-perfectly-normal’ charade. I could take the hot chocolate up to my room and just let it sit there a while before dumping it out in the bathroom sink. Then later, bring the mug down, be all, ‘That was GREAT, Dad!’, and lick my lips and request some more. Okay, maybe not the whole praising and requesting more thing, but, still.

I went into the kitchen and got out two mugs while my dad was setting the water on the stove to boil and getting out the hot chocolate mix.

After my dad poured the water, I stirred mine up, thanked him, then slowly walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs to my room, trying not to inhale the chocolate fumes. When I got up to my room, I put the mug down on my bedside table. I didn’t really have anything to do, so I settled on staring out the window. I looked out at the tree, the snow-covered houses and buildings, and, finally, the sidewalk that I had shoveled. That must’ve been part of the Vampire-Strength thing, I thought.

As I was standing there, looking out the window, the tree branches shook and snow dropped off them. I quietly opened the window so I could peer out it. What I saw stopped my heart. Ryan, lithe and graceful, was climbing up the tree. He looked up at me, a look of surprise on his face, and my heart restarted with a vengeance.

He continued climbing higher, higher. I couldn’t speak. Finally, when he was directly across from me, so close that I could touch him, he murmured, “Emma,” almost seductively. I leaned closer, drawn in by his scent, his emerald eyes. To my surprise, he leaned in closer as well. I could feel his breath on my face, smooth and cool, as opposed to mine, which had stopped entirely. I closed my eyes and inhaled. As I was doing so, Ryan leaned in further and put his hand on my neck. He placed his cheek against mine, inhaling, just like I was. In that moment, I felt perfect. I felt like nothing could touch me—that nothing could ever taint this moment.

“Emma?” Ryan called from below. I snapped out of my fantasy, all traces of closeness and desire dissolving.

“Ryan?” I called back. He climbed up the rest of the tree and walked towards my window, looking at the branch below him, as if he needed to focus on keeping his balance, which, I knew he didn’t; he just didn’t want to make eye contact with me.

Once he got within arms reach of my window, he held out a piece of paper and said, “Here. Something I forgot to explain to you.” I looked down questioningly at the piece of paper in his hand. How badly I wanted him to forget the paper entirely and climb through my window to deliver his message face-to-face. But, of course, he didn’t. He just stood there, looking away, with his arm held out, note in hand. I sighed and gave up on my fantasy. I reached out and grabbed the note. I tried to look into his eyes, but he continued to look away.

“Ryan,” I half-pleaded.

“I’m sorry. I have to go.” And with that, he was walking back towards the center of the tree. I blinked, and he was climbing down it. I blinked again, and he was gone.

I closed my window and went over to sit in my computer chair. I unfolded the third not I’d received from Ryan today. It said:


I don’t know how I forgot to tell you this before, so I’ll just say it now. Vampires do not have to drink human blood. There’s two ways to survive: drinking human blood, or changing humans. If a Vampire changes a human into a Vampire regularly, he is able to survive on animal blood. We only change humans once a year, the same time the Caduto Angelos are changed.

But, if a Vampire chooses not to create more of his own kind, or is a newborn Vampire, he must drink human blood to survive. He doesn’t have to kill the human, just drink their blood. Although, once a Vampire starts drinking the human’s blood, it is often difficult to stop and he ends up killing the human whether that was his intention or not. Being a newborn, Emma, you will have to drink human blood for at least a year, until the next change. Fights are right before the new change, so if you succeed, you can create a new Vampire and survive off animal blood. I am so sorry I did not tell you this before. Do not be afraid.


I was suddenly glad that I had sat down. ‘Do not be afraid,’ yeah right! How the hell was I supposed to ‘not be afraid’? Either, I killed my brother and lived, or Sam killed me, and I died. Either way, it was a lose-lose situation. Plus, I wasn’t particularly looking forward to drinking human blood. I have to admit, I’d been hoping that was another myth. But, obviously not.

Knock, knock.

“Hey Emma?” It was my dad from outside my door.

I quickly stashed Ryan’s note with the other two and went to open the door.

“Yeah dad?”

“I just wanted to let you know that you’re on your own for dinner tonight.”


“Well, there have been some power outages at the elementary school, and the principal wants all the teachers to come in and retrieve everything off their computers.”

“Oh. That sucks.”

“Yeah, so I was thinking that I’d stay there and help the other teachers who need help with it, you know. And then maybe stick around a bit and try to find out what’s wrong.”

“Oh, okay.”

“I won’t be gone too late, but I don’t want you to starve waiting up for me.”

“Okay dad. I’ll be fine.”

“I know. Thanks Emma.”

“No problem. I hope you can get it fixed.”

“Me too.” Then he turned around and headed down the stairs and out the door.

I sighed in relief. At least I wouldn’t have to pretend to be sick again tonight.

Of course, I was exhausted again. So, after my dad left, I simply took a shower, dumped out the hot chocolate, fed the cat, and went to bed. And tried not to think for the rest of the night.

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