I woke up, feeling soft circles being drawn on the palm of my hand. I glanced around the room, spotting Anton sitting on the edge of my bed.

“Hey,” I spoke softly as I stretched my arms.

“How are you feeling?” Anton asked, lifting my hand to his lips and kissing it.

“Weird,” I responded, smiling.

“That’s better then it could be,” Anton replied, smiling back at me.

“How long have I been asleep?” I asked, sitting up to realize that I had a huge headache. I lifted my hand to my head and rubbed where it hurt.

“About a week,” Anton answered. “Claire’s been freaking out the whole time, every time she passed your room she would start screaming that you were dead.” I chuckled softly, tracing the designs on the quilt with my fingers.

“That sounds like something Claire’d do,” I smiled.

“Cury!” Claire cried, pushing the door open and running into the room.

“Claire!” I replied. She wrapped me into a tight hug.

“I thought you had, I thought you were, were, d-dead,” Claire sobbed on my shoulder.

“We showed her that you were still breathing but she still didn’t believe us,” Anton replied a small smirk on his face. I laughed softly in response.

“Hey Claire, come on, I wanna show you something,” Anders called from the door.

“My best friend just came back from the dead and you want me to come look at something? Can’t it wait?” Claire asked.

“Claire, please!” Anders whined, causing Anton and me to laugh. Claire let out an exasperated sigh and started toward the door.

“What do you want?” Claire asked as she reached the door. Anders wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her out of the room, closing the door behind them.

“So am I a…” I faded off unable to finish my sentence. I did realize it but I was running my finger over the inside of my lower lip. I looked up from the bed to meet Anton’s gaze. “Well?” I asked when he didn’t answer. Instead of answering Anton just looked around, uncomfortable. “Am I?”

Anton leaned over to kiss my lips softly, trying to distract me. I pulled away after a couple seconds and gave him a serious look, telling him that I wanted an answer.

“Sort of, a little,” Anton said. I was glad I had gotten an answer out of him but it did nothing other then confuse me.

“What?”

“You’re only a little vampire,” Anton said, holding up his fingers, close together, to emphasize. A small smirk was on his lips but his eyes said he was serious. His smirk and his tone didn’t sound serious, but his eyes said otherwise, so which was I to believe?

“Are you trying to make a joke about my height?” I questioned smiling at him.

“Only a bit,” Anton answered, “But really you’re only partially a vampire, hence little vampire,” he held up his fingers, close together to emphasize.

“How?” I asked, watching Anton carefully.

“I don’t know,” Anton answered, completely serious.

“Hold on a second,” I said as I swung my legs over the edge of the bed. I got up swiftly, causing my head to spin a little. Once I had steadied myself a made my way toward the bathroom that came off the room. I could feel Anton watching me from where he sat on the bed.

Entering the bathroom I went straight to the mirror, pulling my lip down to see that I had two, white, triangular marks on the inside of my lip.

“How much?”

“Huh?” Anton questioned from the other room.

“How much vampire am I?” I asked.

“Probably only a twelfth, maybe not even that,” Anton said as I came back out into the bedroom. “You’re still mostly human.” I gave him a long look from where I stood.

“You want something to eat?” Anton asked, standing up. I nodded my head swiftly several times, probably looking like a five year old that had just been asked if the wanted candy. “Okay,” Anton laughed as he made his way over to me. He snuck his arm around my waist and started to lead me out of the room.

We entered the kitchen to find Anders sitting at the table pouting and Claire sitting at the bar, facing away from him with her nose in the air, looking really snooty. Anton let his arm drop to his side as he made his way over to the fridge. He opened it and searched for a second before pulling a jug of orange juice out. He set it on the counter and opened one of the cabinets above the stove, pulling out a glass.

I watched Anton pour the glass of orange juice. I still felt really tired. “Catch,” He said before sliding it across the counter too me. My hand shot out and caught the glass, seconds before it flew off the edge of the counter.

“Is that part of what you were talking about?” I asked Anton, smirking. Anton came over to me, folding his arms around me and kissing the back of my head before answering.

“Yeah.”

“Cool! Hold on I’m going to go get dressed then I wanna go outside,” I said as I started to skip toward my bedroom.

“No.”

“What?” I questioned as I came to a halt.

“You can’t go outside,” Anton answered.

“Why can’t she?” Josh asked as he came into the room from somewhere.

“Yeah, why can’t I?” I questioned. Anton opened his mouth to object but was cut off by his little brother.

“She can probably out run them. She can probably out run you,” Josh said, as he sat down next to Anders.

Anton thought about it for a second before speaking, “Okay, go get dressed.” I skipped over to Anton happily and kissed him quickly.

“Thanks.”