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Despite my repeated insistance that I am all grown up and don't need a big man-type escort back to my place after dark, that's what I got. I'd really have rather made sure he got home safe, overly interested vampires lurking around and all, but I'd raised enough suspicion acting wierd all night about that Caleb guy. In truth I should have just let him get bitten, I mean by the time I'd put all that effort into trying to stop it, he surely deserved the discomfort. But no, sap that I am, I finally drag him from the club for his own good.
I love the night. I love the dark and the danger and how the air gets just a little bit cooler. But, it was a miracle that we got as far as my block without some vampire taking a jump at me and letting Ryan in on my nighttime activities. We might have to have that conversation sooner or later, but I vote later, much much later. My apartment is ground level, and the door opens to the outside, which is a hazard, but I take what I can afford, and what I can afford is ground level. It's a good oppurtunity for sickos like that Aidan guy to go peering in the windows while I sleep or change or- ya know, whatever.
The two of us gradually draw closer, Ryan's going on about- something, I lost him a few minutes back, and I know right away something's amiss. That's easy to tell because that's what I'm pretty sure is a body on my front step...and it's small. I frown a little and run up ahead to my front door, and what I see makes my stomach turn. It's a little girl, about six or seven, mostly drained, and gutted. Her rib cage is crushed in and what I think is her large intenstine is tied around her in- oh god, is that a bow?
I love the night. I love the dark and the danger and how the air gets just a little bit cooler. But, it was a miracle that we got as far as my block without some vampire taking a jump at me and letting Ryan in on my nighttime activities. We might have to have that conversation sooner or later, but I vote later, much much later. My apartment is ground level, and the door opens to the outside, which is a hazard, but I take what I can afford, and what I can afford is ground level. It's a good oppurtunity for sickos like that Aidan guy to go peering in the windows while I sleep or change or- ya know, whatever.
The two of us gradually draw closer, Ryan's going on about- something, I lost him a few minutes back, and I know right away something's amiss. That's easy to tell because that's what I'm pretty sure is a body on my front step...and it's small. I frown a little and run up ahead to my front door, and what I see makes my stomach turn. It's a little girl, about six or seven, mostly drained, and gutted. Her rib cage is crushed in and what I think is her large intenstine is tied around her in- oh god, is that a bow?