Chapter Ten:
Marriiaa POV:
I sat on the bed. Dad. He visited one or more of my brothers. This is weird. No, not weird. Abnormal. I should not be seeing my dead father. My dead father should not be telling me things. My dead father should not be telling me the people who took me off the street- pardon me, woods, are vampires. Not just any vampires, vegetarian vampires.
I am officially insame. The most insane fourteen year old on the planet.
I looked down at my wrist. The blazing skull was still there.
A piece of light blonde hair fell in my face. I sighed and tucked it behind my ear.
"Marriiaa?" Esme asked, walking down the staircase for the second time in two minutes.
"Yes?" I looked up, and caught her staring at my wrist, like I had two minutes before.
"Are you sure you're not hungry?" she asked.
I nodded.
"I can make eggs, or pancakes," she suggested.
"Okay." I guess it couldn't hurt.
"You can stay here, I'll call you up when it's ready," she said in a mothering tone.
"It's okay, I'll come help," I smiled, standing up.
"You really don't have to," Esme said.
"I want to," I replied.
"Alright," she smiled, and started up the stairs, myself following.
