The savior. The rescuer of that little girl was back. She was still the same as before, a never aging teenager. She looked more modern than she had before. Keeping up the appearance of an average teen was one of her absolute favorite things of being a vampire.

This time, she was wearing. Typical low-rise skinny jeans that hugged her small hips. A light, mossy green tee shirt with peace signs on the front made it nearly impossible not to blend in. her white headphones were in her ears and some music that was popular and loud played. She wasn’t anything but an average person, she told herself. Yeah, right. An average person that was a four century old teenager, the Juliet, and vampiric.

She began to walk.

The bag that was on her back was filled with her clothes for school. The uniform that she was being forced to wear as to blend with the rest of the student populace. The suitcase that she rolled along behind her carried her favorite clothes to wear outside of class, her shoes, laptop and as many books that would fit.

As she walked along the path, she saw the girl she had been going to protect. She had changed she had last saw her. She was in her uniform, walking with a boy next to her. She knew that he was her boyfriend, after watching her for so long. They were heading back to her room to study. Though she had a feeling they wouldn’t be studying much…

She continued sauntering her way down the sidewalk and into the dormitory that she would be housed in. she couldn’t help but think that if she wanted to, truly wanted to, she could just have stayed as a professor. Though, the easiest thing to do would have been to just keep her distance, to stay in the woods. Watching without interfering.

But, in most human or vampire societies to date, that would be considered “Stalking” and “Morally Repugnant”.

And rather than be outcast my society she chose to take the easy way out and buy her way into the school just to keep an eye on the girl.

Unlike before, I didn’t wake up with a start. Or freak out. Or feel like my head was about to explode from hitting it on the floor. But best of all, I actually woke up. Juliet hadn’t killed me in the night or something. As another added plus for me, she wasn’t dead—undead?—in my shower with a dagger sticking out of her chest and clogging the drain with drying blood. What a lovely mental picture, hmm?

However, I did wake up to see Juliet was still in the room and already awake. She had changed her clothes again. She was wearing another pair of her expensive and tight skinny jeans. Her tee shirt was skin tight and would look bad on anyone other than her because she was so freakishly thin.

Juliet was sitting on the rug between our two beds and was in that weird yoga position that was having your legs crossed but…more so. The same one Jamie could do and had tried to make me learn but hey. I was flexible enough to do what was absolutely necessary for survival. So what, I would be a little stressed without yoga or something. So? That’s what extended marathons of NCIS were for.

My roommates eyes flashed open so quickly I missed the movement entirely.

“Morning, Sunshine,” she said in a singsong voice that was uber creepy and weird.

I rubbed my eyes with my palms before stretching and climbing out of my bed. And realizing that it was a Monday.

“Oh, shit,” I groaned.

“Relax, will ya? We’re skipping class today. Ditching is healthy; it won’t kill you.”

I was confused. “How? What—“

She held up on hand and rose to her feet in another too-fast movement. From her back pocket, she pulled two slips of blue paper. Even being the size of a note card, I as shocked anything could fit in her pockets without making the jeans burst at the seams.

“Change your clothes. Let Boy-Toy know you’ll be gone until tonight. Then meet me in the Quad. You have fifteen minutes.”

Before I knew it, where I had been staring in amazement at, at Juliet, was just thin air. I heard her voice come from behind me. I turned at my slow, human pace to see her vampire form by the door, one hand on the knob about to leave.

“I would suggest you not keep me waiting. For I have better things to do and will come find you. You wouldn’t want that, dearest Anna.”

The way she said it creeped me out so much, I decided to heed he warning as my life depended on it. And it probably did.

I pulled out some random pair of clothes I found in my dresser. I guessed some jeans and a black tee shirt. I pulled my hair back into my hat, shoved my phone in my pocket and left the dorm in less than ten minutes. In the Quad, I called Brendan. He didn’t answer because so sane person would be up that early in the morning, even for school, or he was already awake and in band practice for concert band. I left him, Jamie and Sean messages that I was going of campus for the day and that they wouldn’t hear from me until later that night.

Which, in retrospect, was really stupid of me. They didn’t expect me to call or test them until the night. What if Juliet was going to kill me or something? Then again, if she wanted me dead, it would have happened a long time ago. She said she had been protecting me for twelve years; wouldn’t it be a waist to just kill me? But she was immortal, so time wasn’t exactly of the essence…

I stopped my mental babbling when Juliet materialized out of nowhere next to me on the Quad.

“You’re early. Ready to go?” she asked

“I…guess…?” I said, hoping it was the right answer.

Juliet grabbed my elbow and wind started rushing around my face. I held my hat on with my free hand so it wouldn’t blow away. Loose strands of hair blew around my face annoyingly. But the worst part was the dizziness. I couldn’t tell up from down and just when I though I would die, throw up or wake up from this night mare known as my life, everything was calm again. I reopened my eyes, which I hadn’t noticed I had closed in the first place.

We were standing inside of the student parking lot, just inside of the grounds to Preston. If you were old enough to drive and were smart enough to pass the exam, you’re car would be parked there. The parking lot was filled with every car you could think of. From Brendan’s Mustang, to Sean's Tracker and Jamie’s Mini Cooper, there was anything and everything in that lot.

I followed Juliet to a sports car I thought I would never see in person. It had been designed in 2006 in some country that I didn’t pay attention to as a teenager of America. It was called the Koenigsegg CCX. A sleek, silver a black sports car that cost almost a million dollars new. The windows were tinted so dark. They were pitch black and menacing.

Juliet slid gracefully as ever into the driver’s seat, motioning for me to take shot-gun. I slid in with some hesitation. I barely had my seatbelt on before we were roaring out of the parking lot. And my roaring, I mean at the cars max speed of 400 miles per hour, but almost silently.

I gripped the edge of my leather seat so tightly I swore I would crack a bone in my fingers. My other hand was on the doors armrest and I was holding it almost as tightly.

“Slow down!” I hissed.

Juliet laughed lightly and looked over at me. “Why should I?”

“Keep your eyes on the road!” I demanded.

Again, she laughed at me. “My reflex’s are better than you’d expect, even for a vampire. I’ve had four centuries of hunting and training. Plus fifteen years of conditioning my skills and protecting you. Not to mention if I where to wrap my car around a tree, I would be able to walk away.”

“I wouldn’t,” I said.

“I know. Which is exactly why I’m not going to kill you.”

She turned and looked back out of the windshield that I couldn’t see through. I couldn’t imagine how Juliet could see though it, but then I remembered that she was a vampire after all and her eyesight would be far better than mine.

I shut up and a while later we were in some town that looked a lot like Hazelton. Juliet slowed down on the city streets so she wouldn’t have the hassle of getting pulled over by the police for speeding. Thought knowing her as well as I did, she would talk her way out of it.

I thought Juliet would stop or something but she sped up as soon as we were just outside of the city limits. We didn’t come across anymore cities after that and if we did, I didn’t see them because we were going to fast and the windows were to dark. Hours, or what seemed like them, passed before Juliet stopped and slid back out of the car.

I followed her and was nearly blinded when the sunlight hit me. After sitting in a car that was almost pitch black other than the lights from the dash, I was used to the dark. Then stepping out into a day that was freakishly bright? With her eyes being so much more sensitive than mine, I was shocked Juliet wasn’t brought to her knees by the light. But I suppose the sunglasses that seemed to magically appear on her face in between the time she got out of the car to when I did must have helped a little.

When I wasn’t totally blinded anymore, I looked around and saw where we were. The middle of nowhere. Well, at an airport in the middle of nowhere. There was only one plane around and it was one of those private jets that millionaires, like John Travolta, flew in their spare time. I was confused.

Juliet left the car in the middle of the tarmac and strutted her way to the awaiting jet. I followed on her heals, not knowing what else I could do. I had to run to keep up with the walking pace she was keeping and as soon as we were twenty feet from the jet, she grabbed onto my arm again and jumped.

I left my eyes open for the too-fast movement that time. It didn’t do me any good because a blur of off-white and silver later, I was standing inside of the jet. Juliet had her back to me and was closing the door at a normal human pace; so she didn’t miss anything I guessed.

“Go on, sit down or something. Don’t be so awkward,” she said with a wave of her hand.

I looked around and saw the inside of the jet was exactly like Juliet. The carpet was a dark, crimson red that was so deep I felt like I was going to sink in it. Those, huge, modern chairs that everyone seemed to loved were dotted around in different colors from black to bright yellow.

The same pillows that looked like Skittles in the girls’ lounge were on the floor. They were even bigger than the one I was used to and just made me want to take a nap in one. They were all embroidered with a fancy Jfor Juliet.

Just like in our room, books were scattered around. They were mostly average teenage books. There was a bookcase by one of the chairs and I went over to it and looked at all of the titles in the case. They were all copies of Romeo and Juliet. There had to be dozens if not hundreds. Original plays. The book. All of the different variations. Different languages. Ones re-written for teens.

“Why do you have so many copies?” I asked.

“Hello. I’m Juliet! I want to see how many different versions of my fucked-up love life there are.”

She turned on her heel and went behind a curtain that really looked like an Italian tapestry. How did I know about the Italian thing? I actually paid attention during my “art throughout the ages” class in sixth grade. And I knew Juliet was Italian…

I sat in one of the chairs that wasn’t totally covered in books and just kind of sat there. But like half a minutes later, I got bored and jumpy. I hopped up and went behind the tapestry Juliet and gone through. It led to the cockpit, where she was currently sitting in the pilot’s seat, pulling on that weird headset thing that pilots used to talk to their home base or tower or whatever.

“What—? How the hell—?” I stuttered.

“Anna, really, you have to broaden the mind a little. I’m almost four hundred and sixteen years old. Of course I know how to fly a silly little plane.”

“Whatever…”

I slipped back through the tapestry and sat quietly in one of the chairs that weren’t covered in half-read books or bottles with a suspicious dark red liquid in the bottom.

I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing in knew, I felt the planes landing gear touch the ground smoothly. We started slowing down gradually and I thought that Juliet was a surprisingly good pilot. Until she hit the breaks so hard we stopped so violently I fell out of my comfy chair and into a pile of pillows and books.

I angrily stood up and dusted myself off, even though I wasn’t dirty. Old habit from falling in the dirt and sand so much, I guessed. Juliet appeared beside me and I jumped because I hadn’t seen her. How’d she do that? I would have to ask her about vampire powers so that this wouldn’t seem…as weird anymore.

“Where are we?” I asked.

“Cali,” she answered.

Now that, that was weird.

“California?” I wondered out loud. “Why?”

“We’re picking up Dennis.”

In another of those blinding movements, she opened the door and jumped the twenty or thirty feet to the ground. She landed almost silently on her feet before disappearing into thin air. All I could think about was who this Dennis person was. I was almost afraid to find out. Was he a vampire? Juliet’s new and secret lover? Husband? Boyfriend? A human she liked to drink blood from? Just a friend?

I had a ton of more mental questions I wanted to ask her or myself but I really didn’t feel like finding out any answers, be it they were real or just something my seriously messed-up head had come up with.

I started wandering around the main pat of the plane, waiting for my vampire to come back. And by “my vampire” I mean my roommate who was the real Juliet and who happened to stalk my since I was like three, and who was a vampire too. If she heard me think that or somehow figured it out, she would make my life a living hell. I really didn’t need that in my life.

A few minutes later, Juliet returned out of nowhere with a guy that was just a little bit older looking than her. Early twenties, I guessed. He had really dark hair, but it wasn’t quite black. In fact, it had a weird blue tint to it. His eyes were a really unnatural goldish-brown. He was pretty hot, even with a name like Dennis. Then again, the black leather jacket, tee shirt and jeans helped him out quite a bit.

He smiled and said, “I take it you’re Anna?”

There was a distinct laugh to his voice.

“Yeah,” I answered.

He smirked like he had his own little secret and went into the cockpit. Juliet closed the door again and sat down in the only other chair that wasn’t covered in stuff. She sat in that yoga position again and looked at me intently.

“What?” I asked.

“You have questions for me,” she said almost like a question.

“Only a million or two.” I laughed at my own little joke even though it wasn’t a joke nor was it funny. “How’d you know though? I thought…”

I trailed off. I didn’t know what I thought. Everything seemed mixed up now that I actually tried to put it together.

“It’s a side affect,” Juliet answered. “Kind of. The human mind wasn’t meant to know how to deal with the ideas of vampires existing. When you think too hard about it, things get mixed up. It goes away after you understand things better, but it doesn’t really get any easier. Wish I could help; can’t.”

“What about Dennis then? Doesn’t he know about you…and vampires? He doesn’t seem confused or anything…”

She held up her hand and cut off my train of thoughts that were pouring out off my mouth like a river. No filter.

“Yes, Dennis knows about me. And vampires. He’s human and his family was very closely related to mine when I was thirteen and younger. Dennis works for me, doing whatever he can to help me blend in with other humans.”

Seeing the confusion and reading me like an open book, Juliet continued on answering my unspoken questions.

“He’s in flight school. Flying me around the world is just something he likes to do. He hoped that if he’s lucky, I’ll decide to keep him around. Like you, he wants me to turn him.” She lowered her voice so Dennis wouldn’t have a chance overhearing. “I’m not going to though. When he is no longer of use to me, I’ll let him go. Send him to one of my houses around the world, let him retire. And no, I don’t drink his blood. I haven’t even tasted human blood since before you were born.”

I nodded slowly and stayed quiet. I suddenly realized I hadn’t sat back down yet and returned to my chair from before. I kept looking at Juliet, hoping she would keep explaining so my mind would be less fuzzy in the vampire department.

She didn’t do or say anything until after we were in the air again, flying steadily over California again.

“I thought you had more you wanted to know,” Juliet said after a really long time.

“I do, but…never mind. What about your powers?”

She smirked and laughed a little. Now I recognized where I knew that smirk from. It was the same one her bother had in all of my dreams.

“And the dreams!” I said, amazed. “Were all those messed-up nightmares because of Connelly?”

She laughed again. “One at a time.”

“Sorry,” I apologized. “Powers first, please.”

“No,” she said simply. “You tell me what you think I can do and I’ll tell you if we can or not.”

“Go out in the sun?”

“You’ve seen me in the sunlight. It doesn’t burn all of us alive. It hurts our eyes when we’re immortal though, so we wear sunglasses.”

Now it was my turn to hold up a hand and stop her. “All of you? Immortal? Explain.”

Juliet laughed at my confusion and continued trying to make me less confused.

“I guess I should have started at the beginning, huh? Okay, there are two different kinds of vampires. The Originals and the Hybrids. Originals are…thousands of years old. They make me seem like a newborn.” She paused for a moment to laugh almost bitterly. “They are the clichéd vampire. Burned by sun. Wooden stakes and Holy water are deadly. They’re immortal and they don’t have a choice about that. No extra senses, indestructibility or anything.”

Just like that website had said. Maybe the internet was right about some things after all. Whoever said that the internet lied was obviously not a vampire. Or was and just didn’t want people to know the truth…

“Then,” Juliet went on. “You have vampires like my family. The Hybrids. We can choose whether we’re immortal or not. I’ll explain how that works later. We have excellent vision compared with humans or even Originals. Hearing, smell and everything else is way better too.”

She stopped abruptly and stood up before disappearing yet again. I looked around and she had come back again, with another bottle of red liquid.

“Is that…blood?” I asked incredulously.

She laughed an actually laugh.

“No. It’s Kool-Aid. By the way, I got you this.”

She threw a can of Red Bull at me and I barely caught it.

“Oh, forgot this,” she said as she gave me a pen.

It was nice to know that she remembered that I liked to stab a hole in the top rather than use the pull tab. I smiled as I stabbed a hole and took a drink. The weird mix of sour and tart was welcoming and familiar in my new world of strange and unknown.

“Like I was saying,” Juliet said as if I had interrupted her rudely. She was sitting back in her chair across from me. “Holy water, stakes and garlic don’t affect vampires like me at all. In fact there are only two ways to kill me. Burning me and scattering the ashes or old human age.”

She tilted her head back and took a drink of Kool-Aid. I took another mouthful of Red Bull before asking, “What’d you mean about the whole immortal thing?”

“Hybrids get a choice on their immortality. We’re still vampires that have to drink blood and have better senses and everything, we would just age then. We’re born like humans, heartbeats and everything. When we reach a certain age, one chose by our families, we choose to become immortal or not. If we want to, we have to die. Kill ourselves, have some kill us, doesn’t matter. We have to stop out hearts. We’ll wake up three days later as an immortal.”

Another pause and drink of Kool-Aid.

“On the other hand,” Juliet sustained. “If we decide that we don’t like being immortal, we can revert back to mortality. We have to drain a human of blood and then, we have a very short period to find somewhere safe to go before we black out. Three more days go by and we’ll awake up, ageing again. Course, no heartbeats still, but we can’t very well get those back.”

Okay, so that may have been cleared up for me. But I was still confused on some things. Like powers. I took another gulp of my drink before making Juliet tell me what was going on with that.

“What about powers?” I questioned.

“God, you’re persistent. Not many of us have any extra abilities. I don’t, not that I know of yet. Connelly does and I think it may be because of he always drinks human blood. Powers can range from reading minds, to what he has. I don’t now very much about them though or I would tell you more.”

She sounded ashamed of not being able to tell me more. But I could have cared less about powers or why they worked how they came about. I wanted to know about Connelly's powers.

“That’s fine. Just…tell me more about Connelly,” I said.

“He goes into your dreams and can do whatever he wants to you. He wants you to forget something? You will. He can tell you to remember things. He can make his own little private world inside your subconscious mind, all to his liking. But, his most dangerous power by far is that he can alter the way you think when you’re awake. He could tell you to go kill someone like Brendan or Sean or Jamie and you would.”

I shuddered and gulped knowing it was probably true. Connelly would make everyone else I cared about (and in Brendan's case, loved) just to fuck with my already sucktacular life.

“What about your story?” I asked. I’d really kind of wanted to know. Well, since I found out my roommate was a vampire, like, twelve hours before.

She sighed. She had to have known I would ask, right? I mean, who wouldn’t want to know, especially if they knew they were talking to the Juliet from the book/play/movie.

“Well,” Juliet said. “Shakespeare lies. He said I didn’t have any siblings. Obviously, because of Connelly, I do have a brother. Shakespeare made out Tybalt to be my cousin; he’s my brother. When Romeo killed him, he really just killed him so he turned into an immortal vampire…”

The rest of the day, was just flew over the States in the plane and Juliet explained everything that happened with she was a lot younger. I sat, curled up in my chair, listening and drinking Red Bull. After it was just past noon, Juliet let me eat some lunch because she knew humans ate more often than vampires. When I was eating, Juliet pulled out another bottle of red stuff. I asked what it was just to find out that it was actually blood this time. Then, she got back to her story.

Shakespeare stayed true to the real story like Jude stayed sober. Juliet had a brother. He didn’t mention that Juliet's entire family was all vampires. That’s why they were so incredibly wealthy. Juliet and Connelly were born in the fifteen or fourteen hundreds, I couldn’t remember which. Connelly was actually younger by five years, which was also different from the play. Tybalt was older in the play. In reality, Tybalt was the younger one and his actual name was Connelly. When Juliet was thirteen, and she killed herself for Romeo (which was actually dead-on, though she know claimed Romeo was a fickle little prick) she woke up three days later in that tomb after she “died” the first and second times. Connelly had died when Romeo killed him, but he couldn’t very well be frozen forever at age eight, so he took the blood of a human and brought himself back into mortal years, while Juliet still wasn’t aging at all, stuck at thirteen, which was a more appropriate age, but not by much. So even though he was younger, Connelly grew to look older. When he stopped aging again, at seventeen, the world had progressed to the point Juliet couldn’t stay thirteen. She took the blood of a human and started aging again until she was seventeen, like she was now, and then killed herself again to stop aging.

Then, they had stopped and started aging twice each, and had become accustomed to human blood. They went off together, as nomads traveling the world, and killing humans as they went. Actually, they rarely drained a human of blood because doing so would result in having to kill themselves again and that was a hassle. So instead, they would take as much as they could without killing the people and then leave before they would start aging on accident.

A few years before I was born, Juliet had accidentally killed so many times, she actually had a few scars from where she would always stab herself again. One was on she stomach and one just over her heart. She decided she didn’t want to live like they were, like true monsters, and told Connelly that she though they should settle down somewhere and stay there. Stay immortal, but live off animal blood instead. They both knew it wouldn’t keep them as strong, as fast. But Juliet insisted that they had to change their ways and that she had “seen the light of day”. Literally, because they only came out at night to hunt the like Originals. She was tired of letting being a damned monster control her life and she wanted out. Connelly, being her brother and best friend, should go with her, she thought.

Of course, Connelly was also, by this time, a complete and utter abomination. He said they were above the worthless humans on the food chain. They were hunters, the humans their prey, only meant to sustain them. While his victims never survived his brutal attacks, he was careful enough to never kill them by draining their blood. So he exceedingly rarely had to stop aging, like Juliet had to. When she proposed they end their rein of terror, he got really pissed and told her that she was crazy to stop and let the human world control hers. And that she had two choices. Forget her nonsense and stay with him, and he would forgive her and forget she ever said anything so repulsive. Or, she could leave, go her own way, and he would forget her.

So with the mutual Blood-Promise, they parted ways. The agreement was that they were so on enemies because Juliet was no better than a human. Connelly said that as long as she didn’t interfere with him, he wouldn’t hunt her, kill her, and would leave her in peace to live out “her human” life.

But then, of course, Connelly was hunting that one night in Boston and happened to hunt and kill my parents. The only reason he even entered my house in the first place was as a very young child, my blood was desirable. Rare. He killed my parents first, saving me for last. He was just about to kill me too when Juliet jumped through (and broke) my window. Even though he was filled with fresh human blood and she hadn’t hunted any animals in a week, she fought him off.

Then, she left out the details, leaving me blank still, but four days later I was then in the custody of Uncle Robbie and at the funeral. Juliet was there, making sure her brother wouldn’t try coming after me again. He did. He saw her and didn’t try anything. She thought he might again one day, so she had always been close to wherever I happened to be to watch over me like an angel. (A vampire angel?)

After she was done telling me the story which took hours to tell, I still had a few questions. My mind was still a little fuzzy, but that might have been from either the whole vampire side affect thing, or the fact I drank like five cans of Red Bull.

“What’s a Blood-Promise? And why did I have those dreams?” I asked, stabbing a hole in can number six.

“How can you drink that stuff?” Juliet asking, eyeing me as I took another mouth full.

I looked at the bottle-o-blood in her hand that still hadn’t been emptied from her lunch. Which gave me another question.

“I thought you didn’t have to drink blood that often,” I said. Not exactly a question, but whatever.

“We don’t. But when we wake up immortal, we’re thirsty. I haven’t had anything since a few weeks ago, so now was an opportune time. And touché on the drinking thing.”

“You didn’t answer my other questions.”

She sighed and started talking again. “The sacred Blood-Promise is an oath vampires take. It’s usually meant for extreme cases, but it can be used for anything if you think it necessary. A high priest or priestess makes a literal contract. But like the name suggests, we sign in our own blood. Vampire blood’s tricky stuff, so not many of us would be willing to do it. We have to sign our names and we heal so fast, it’s just very hard to do. It binds us to the will of the contract for all eternity, or until someone preformed the Nascituri Maledizone. Translated, it means the Unborn Curse. Obviously, Connelly broke the promise.”

She paused a second, like a human would to gather their thoughts. I knew she wasn’t thinking though. Maybe giving me a chance to process. I knew that wouldn’t happen until I got a chance to be alone though.

“As for those dreams, the only explanation I have is Connelly. He can keep you from remembering things and let those memories come back to you at the time of his choosing. He must be up to something or else he would have let you remember at all. In fact, all of your night mares have probably been his doing.”

“Wait. What’s the…however you say that Italian thing?”

“The Nascituri Maledizone. It’s exactly what it sounds like. Because, technically, vampires are not living, nor are we dead. Some people called us the “unborn” because we were essentially born to die. Regardless of wanting to become immortal, we all do at one point because of a mistake or something.

“The curse is a ceremony preformed by a high priest or priestess that has gone bad, more or less. Like the way Connelly can enter dreams? These vampires have the power to curse you and break the Blood-Promise contract. They’re born to not only because a vampire, but to go bad and live in the realms of curses and black magic. And I don’t mean the kind with witches; they don’t exist.”

That’s not weird at all, I thought. But I didn’t say anything at all. I didn’t want to risk saying anything that might be something rude or upset the vampire race.

Not to long later, the plane landed, back at the original airport. It was uber dark outside and being so far away from a city, you could see the stars really well. The moon was just a sliver and it glowed in its place in the sky with the little diamond, picturesque, postcard-like view.

Juliet grabbed me around the waist and jumped to the ground. She led me back to the car because I couldn’t make out its dark silhouette, even with the moon and stars to light the way. She pushed me inside and climbed into her own seat before speeding back to Preston.

The few hours it took to get back went quickly and I started to get really tired, despite all of the Red Bull. I had a feeling that it was another one of those fuzzy-headed side affects of knowing about vampires.

As soon as we were back in our room, I went to take a shower. I didn’t notice until I was already shampooing that I was standing in the same place that Julie had killed herself in and had been coated in her blood for three days. It gave me a stomach ache to think about it and made me nauseated. I ignored it and climbed into bed with my pajamas on as son as I could so I could pass out and maybe sleep off all the stuff I had learned and the fuzziness.

I just really hoped that now that I knew about Connelly and his dream powers or whatever, he wouldn’t bother me with messed up nightmares of himself, vampires, Death and memories I really didn’t want to remember in the first place. But, of course, my life was truly sucktacular and he would always come back to haunt it from the inside of my head.