The Vampyre's Best Friend
Chapter Three
I woke up at about 4:15 in the morning, finding piercing blue eyes staring at me from above. Screaming, I rolled off the couch and onto the floor, scrambling around, trying to hide and/or defend myself. "What the fuck?" I said, yanking my blanket around me as if it could protect me.
A melodic, wind-chime-like giggle followed my spaz-out, and a ligt flicked on to reveal a perfectly composed Sophie, wide-awake. She looked lots better; she'd just showered, so her white-blonde hair hung around her waist, wet as a dog. Her blue eyes laughed at me, and her childlike grin confirmed it. I chucked my pillow at her, getting up and wrapping my blanket around me more tightly. "Why're you so awake?" I asked groggily, rubbing my eyes.
She cocked her head at me, giving me a half-amused look before gesturing to her forehead. I saw her Mark and remembered yesterday; the Tracker, her dad's reaction, her coming here, Patricia's story, and the tears. I looked down. "Oh, yeah. I'm guessing you're ready?"
Sophie nodded at me, smiling. She looked a lot better than she had yesterday. I wondered what'd changed, besides a really nice sleep. Well, and her species. But, yeah, she seemed loads better.
I got up and made my way upstairs, rumaging through my drawers for a change of clothes. Closing the door, I put on a dark purple shirt and some jeans, sliding on ballet flats and brushing my dark hair to finish. I looked into my own almond-shaped eyes one last time before grabbing Sophie's duffel and going out my bedroom door.
"You ready?" I asked, tossing her the bag.
She caught it easily, like I'd thrown her something as small as a soda. "Yep. Oh, and I put some things of yours in here, too, by the way."
I wrinkled my brow in confusion. "You did? Why?"
"Because, silly" - she opened the door and smiled at me - "you're gonna stay with me at the House of Night."