moaned out loud.You couldn't have forced him to forget me, could you?Instead of killing him, couldn't you just erase his memory?I heard Valerian get up and move away from me, but he didn't say anything to me.He wrapped Eden's jacket around my naked skin and put it on my shoulders when he returned to keep me warm.He was not thanked by me.I refused in any way to acknowledge what he had done.He turned around and sat in front of me, Eden's body between us. He was sitting right in front of me.His clothes still looked dirty, but his eyes had turned green again and the blood that had been dripping down his chin had been removed.I just sat there and wept for the love I had just lost, clutching his jacket around me in the hope that I would pass away from my grief.With his knees folded, Valerian sat silently across from me.Despite the fact that I could not sense any remorse for what he had done, my sobs appeared to have an effect on him.When he eventually reached across Eden's body to wipe my te

The sun outside was already scorching hot when I woke up.I went to my window to take a look because I could hear car horns blaring almost simultaneously in my neighborhood.I saw a school bus, probably Balrus's, coming into my block in the distance to my left, and I saw a mother saying goodbye to her son on the sidewalk.I saw a man to my right jump out of his car, run into his house, and then almost dive back into his car before driving off with a steaming cup of coffee.Two men were running and an elderly woman was walking a dog.Because I wouldn't be hurrying to school that day, I took everything in.I was still taking a month off from school, and I was doing everything I could to find things to do that kept me sane.like taking Balrus to the public library and picking him up from school.As I entered my bathroom, I began brushing my teeth.I brushed and wondered why Valerian hadn't already been there.What vampire matters required his attention?Was he sorry for me, or was he hoping that his

Balrus suddenly exclaimed out loud with a small sigh, "It didn't work.""What went wrong?"He explained slowly, looking up at me with a slight frown, "Those warning blasts I sent off go at the monsters back in the ice cream shop."I had high hopes that it would work, but it didn't."How do you know?"Looking down at him, I inquired."Because I can see them right there," he said as he pointed ahead.I quickly turned to look up as I brought him to a stop.Nothing or anyone was visible to me in front of us.At first, no.I looked down at Balrus, slightly perplexed.When I looked back up, three men were rapidly approaching us after he had fixed his gaze on the bent pole of the nearest streetlight in front of us.I'd never seen vampires before, but they weren't men.I firmly squeezed Balrus right back after he squeezed my hand once more.The vampire approaching from the right appeared to be tall and reed-thin.He was decked out in cargo pants, cargo pants, a black beanie, and a black leather jacket.I

The rush of adrenaline made me tremble, and it felt like I was hit by a lightning bolt.My entire body hurt, and I had a severe headache that seemed determined to split my head in half.I noticed that the headless body of the vampire that had pinned me down was lying to my left, a few feet away.I threw up on the sidewalk after turning to my right.I briefly wondered if Dr. Martin had succeeded in making that call before he was killed because I could hear police sirens in the distance.As I wiped the vomit from my lips, I considered the possibility that he hadn't.The smell of burning flesh, death, and black smoke filled the air.I tried to get to the middle of the street by stumbling up from the sidewalk.As I held Balrus , my hands were scorched, and the birthmark on my wrist almost felt alive.No trace of Valerian could be found when I looked around.As I continued to walk, I came upon the body of the final vampire in the middle of the street and could see that six of the streetlights had bee

Valerian raised my face to his by pinching my chin.His eyes were downturned, as if grinning, and glistened with sadness.I could see how I had harmed him over the years.He desired acceptance from me in the same way that I desired acceptance from society and my parents.I felt bad because, like the rest of the world, I consistently avoided him.Why did I treat him so harshly when I didn't want anyone else to feel that way?I could have attempted to be more cooperative.I honestly didn't know how to handle things in a more civil manner, but I could have tried.As a young child, I developed new skills, acquired a new self-image, and experienced emotions I didn't understand.Although it was not an excuse, it was the most plausible explanation I had aside from the obvious, which was that I detested him for initially "buying" me.I might have missed something else about the circumstance.Perhaps he saw a poor girl being abused and thought this would be the most effective strategy for rescuing her.I f