Most vampires barely remember the life they had before. I remember some of the smallest details, and those memories stand fresh in my mind as if they were yesterday. My siblings don't, and neither does any other vampire I've ever met. I wonder why I'm different.
"Claire?"
"Yes, Grace," I snap out of my trance to look down at my younger sister from my perch on the roof.
"Anthony and I were planning on going hunting. Would you like to join us?" she asks as my still seventeen year old brother comes thundering down the stairs.
"No, I fed a few days ago. Go catch a mountain lion or bear for me." Grace similes and turns to Anthony.
"Race ya!" she shouts as she sprints into the forest. Anthony rolls his eyes and runs after her.
How can she be so fast? Anthony thinks.
You forget that she was a sprinter in our human life. I remind him mentally.
How would you know?
I remember. He sighs and turns his attention back to Grace.
I move back to my sketches, trying to figure out which dress would be right for Grace to go hunting in. I decide on a knee length cap sleeve dress. I , run to get the car as I try to decide whether to make it black or royal blue. I use my gift to reach out to Grace.
Grace?
Yes, Claire?
Would you prefer black or royal blue?
Royal blue.
Okay. I'll be back home in a few minuets. The six yards of satin cloth lay on the table when Grace bursts in the room
"There are other vampires near here, we smelled them," she breathes, panic coming off her in waves. What if it's the Vultori again?
"I don't think it's the Vultori, but I'll check it out tonight," I say, trying to calm her nerves. A knock sounds on the door.
Claire, you in there? I can smell you. I recognize Charlotte in an instant.
"Come in, Charlotte!" I call to the unopened door. I zip over to hug our closest friends. "What brings you here?"
"We're just passing through," she says turning to Peter. "What do you think about Quebec?"
"That sounds amazing, what have you been up to?" Anthony cuts in. I didn't want to hear about the human blood. I nod once in understanding.
"The same old things, although we were surprised with a visit from Jonathan," Peter responds. "He just left the southern wars. We helped him adjust." Sorry about the blood talk. I know you're different than traditional vampires. I still think it's weird.
"Don't be, it's good you helped him adjust. Our four years here is almost up. We were thinking about Rochester, NY," I say, trying to take my mind off the blood.
"Beautiful city. Good choice. We need to get going, we're meeting up with another coven up north in an hour," Peter says, his eyes apologetic.
"Go, I wouldn't want you to be late," I say shooing them with my hands after giving Charlotte a hug.
"See ya'll soon!" Grace calls after them.
Still the southern ladies, those two. Anthony still hasn't lost any of that southern gentleman charm. Peter thinks.
"Thanks, Peter!" I shout after him. I turn to Anthony. "Are you finished packing your room?"
"Yes, Ma'am"
"Grace?"
"Yes."
"Then we're off to Rochester."
AN
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