It was somewhat awkward between us for the next few days, each of us knowing things the other two didn't. I knew what Sora was, that Kairi knew too, and that unknown to her, I was the reason she'd found out.
Kairi knew what Sora had done, and seemed to be taking it better than she had the last time, but had no idea what I was.
Sora knew what I was, but had no idea that both Kairi and I knew about him, and he still had his bad attitude toward me because of what I was.
None of us could really talk openly about it because we all knew different things, and as far as Sora knew, he couldn't talk to either of us because we didn't know about him.
Finally I gave up on holding out, waited until it was late and only he and I were awake and felt I had to do something.
"Sora."
"What?"
"Don't get loud over this will you? I don't want to disturb Kairi."
"Over what?"
"I was in your room the day after I saw you as a wolf in there."
"You what- wait, what did you say?"
"You heard right."
"How did you find out?"
"I read about what happened to you."
"That's why you were in my room?"
"No, I was in there because I've been trying to find out why you suddenly started being so nasty to me. I wanted to know what happened to you, and found what you wrote while I was looking."
"I guess that means you know why I've been acting the way I have then."
"I'm not like them, Sora. I don't even like what they made me, but there's nothing I can do about it."
"Yeah, I remember you saying already." He was quiet for a few minutes, then almost grudgingly added, "Sorry I treated you so badly."
"Now you know how I felt when I thought you'd gone and replaced me with Donald and Goofy."
"Yeah, but you were tricked into thinking that. This is different."
"I know. There's something else too. You're not going to like it." He just watched me warily. "Kairi found out too. She saw me reading your tale and got curious. I kinda persuaded her to forget she went looking because of me."
"How did you do that?"
"It comes with the fangs," I shrugged. It's a nice, uncomplicated way of explaining it.
"I never knew about that one."
"Neither did I for a while. I don't do it often, and I'm not good at it either."
"You? Admitting you're not good at something?"
"Well don't keep pointing it out or I'll notice."
"How did she react? To finding out again, I mean."
"I didn't see her reaction. She doesn't know we know. You ought to talk to her about it, Sora. I think she took it better than last time, but it's just a feeling I'm getting from her."
"Do you have that mind-reading ability I heard about?"
"Of course, why?"
"What does she think about it then?"
"It doesn't work like that, Sora. I can pick up what someone's thinking right now, if I concentrate on it."
"So you can't do it."
"I didn't say that, I just said it didn't work that way. Besides, what she's thinking might be private."
"You don't have to tell me if it's something like that."
"I'll still know though. Anyway, what happened to just going and talking to her? Let her tell you what she thinks rather than getting it through me."

He took that advice the next morning. I left them to talk about it and went back out to help in the town, even managing to finish the hotel at last.
One thing became clear. It was going to take time for me to be accepted here. Sora seemed to have gotten over his own problem with me, though we still have the odd conflict once in a while. The residents of the town were another matter, on the other hand.
I kept true to my word and never once hunted there, a promise I've still managed to keep even now. The residents of the old vampire town don't like my visits, though thankfully no one's figured out any link to me. I'm held in suspicion, of course – even the ex-vampires that live here hold me in suspicion about anything and everything that goes wrong around the town, and will regularly send those who come investigating straight on to me. I have to think and talk very quick and carefully in those incidents to get out of them, and more than once I've been killed yet again. For some reason, despite knowing it doesn't do any good, they still do it from time to time. I've lost count of how many times people have tried to kill me like that. No matter how many times it happens though, I will never get used to how I feel when I recover from it.
There isn't actually much more to tell. Unlike Sora, I didn't have to go through fighting off some big bad wolf, which is probably just as well since he's the only one that poses any kind of threat to me, and I doubt he's going to kill me. He might threaten to from time to time, but it's only a bit of good natured fun really. He isn't lying when he tells people that wolves play a lot, and it shows in him.
There was one small incident very recently where Donald accidentally discovered what I am, and I discovered there and then that my ability to look into and affect other people's minds only works on humans.
I've managed to get the Craving at least slightly under control. I can go for about a week and a half before I have to now, and that's on a good week... and a half.
So there you have it, I guess. You now know how Sora became a werewolf, how I became a vampire, and that's really all of it.
Oh, and no, I'm not talking about the Rite he mentioned in his tale. I know what it is, and I know neither of us will talk about it. All I'll say is that it's with good reason, and it's a serious threat to him, me, and any other vampire. The only reason others have tried it from time to time is because they thought they could control it.
Right, that's it. I'm done. I can't write about the future until it happens.