Sorry I've kept you waiting so long and now have just a short, crappy chapter. I've been having serious writers block. I'm still in the process of writing part three, but I didn't want to keep you waiting for too long :) Shoutouts to:

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APOV

I found myself on the roof, smoking yet another cigarette. I had to stop this. Soon I would run out, and then I would have to leave my hiding spot. It wasn't much, just a little patch of roof between two of the staff apartments, but it was enough. It was an out of the way place to get some air and just breathe.

Which I definitely needed to do. I thought that if I could breathe, maybe I could finally think. But it was no use. My mind was too shocked, too clogged, unable to work properly. I kept thinking back to Danay, kept seeing her crying, kept seeing the pregnancy test. I imagined her getting bigger with the kid. Also, without meaning to, I continuously wondered what the kid might look like. Maybe it would have my hair, her eyes…

Stop this, I scolded myself. You're being ridicules. I kept assuming there would be a kid, but there were other options. There were plenty of places that had abortions, right? We could take Danay to one of those…

But the idea hurt. I kept seeing that baby face, with our faces mixed together, and then I pictured it crying, screaming…

But we needed more dhampirs, didn't we? There was always a shortage of guardians…

I had to stop this, or I would drive myself crazy. As if I needed any help with that.

It was only when the sun began to rise did I finally convince myself it was time to leave my hiding place. I went down through the building and then walked across the courtyards to my room. Every time I passed a dhampir I found myself wondering about them. Who were their parents? Would our kid end up being a guardian?

When I finally got back to my room I had run out of cigarettes and was desperate for a drink. The room was a mess, as usual, but I managed to find a bottle. I sat on my bed and was about to put it to my mouth when something caught my eye and make me put the drink down.

I walked over to my desk and picked up the collage broachers for the millionth time. The very thought of me going to collage seemed ridicules when Aunt Tatiana suggested it, but now I wasn't sure. They were all tiny schools, of course, but some of them were still good. Alder, a collage in Pennsylvania, had a pretty good art system. Tatiana said I might like it, even be good at it. I knew this was probably just part of her scheme to make me work, like a good royal should, as if my father hadn't argued with me enough about that. But a few art classes could hardly turn me into a proper, thinking royal, could it?

But this, but that, why did everything come with a catch? Everything came with a price tag. I would have to decide on this collage thing soon, because summer was almost over. Suddenly my confused mind couldn't handle this. I seemed like a cloud of darkness was closing in. I brought the drink up to my lips and drank myself to sleep.

I know, I know. This chapter sucked. But I really hope chapter three is better. As usual, if you have any suggestions or requests for me to write as I continue this story, please let me know! I can't do this without you!

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