Chapter 2
I think I read you out of your story.
She ducked her head and I could feel her doubt, even though her face was hidden.
"If someone told you about vampires a year ago, your reaction would be the same," I stated.
There was a moment of silence before her head snapped up and she stared at me accusingly.
"Why?" she whispered harshly.
"Why?" I scowled, confused.
"Why did you tear me away from…from my home!" she finally spluttered.
"Wait, wait, wait," I said, finally understanding. "You think I brought you here on purpose?"
"Yes. That's what you said."
"No, I said I brought you here, not that I intended to."
"An accident?" she asked.
"An accident," I repeated firmly.
She ducked her head before returning her eyes to me and whispering, "Is there no hope then? Am I stuck here forever?" her voice broke on the last word.
"Well, "I said hesitantly. "It's not necessarily hopeless."
She wasn't convinced.
"It will be difficult, but," my voice turned falsely optimistic, "nothing is impossible!"
Her expression was still dismal.
"How?" she asked.
"How do I get you home?"
She nodded.
"Well, I'm not quite sure,"
All the while I was straining to stay cheerful and optimistic, but I wasn't fooling her; she was much too perceptive.
"In the book there was a writer with a talent of arranging the words perfectly designed to read a character back into their book. Unfortunately, Cornelia Funke never completely explained how this was done."
Her brown eyes were agonized as she stared at me; tears were forming.
"Now what?" I muttered to nobody. "Well, maybe I could try it. I used to write a little"
Her features immediately brightened.
"You'll try? For me?"
"Yes, but I can't make any promises."
I placed my books on their shelves and removed my dusty writing notebook.