I fell asleep as I contemplated my thoughts. After I thought of it a few possibilities remained. Possibility a) It was only a dream occurring, b) He was just some guy with an unusual talent, very fair skin and liked to stay up all night. But choice C is my favorite.
Mr. Crepsley didn't leave his trailer during the day. Christina wouldn't tell me anything about him, though it seemed she knew something important. And he also said something about feeding- not eating. But feeding. I'm no genius, but I've watched enough vampire movies to know what that term means. Choice c, as I said was my favorite.
Vampire.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know it sounds stupid to you, but your normal. At least- I assume you are. When I awoke, I was alone again. I immediately looked at where my burn once was, and it was still gone. Choice A was deleted.
After a few minutes of lying there I tried to get up. I felt a sharp pain in my rib cage and laid back down. Apparently the saliva only healed flesh wounds. After a few more minutes Christina walked in chatting with Matthew.
" Well I think that dirty good for nothing-" Christina said, stopping when she saw me lying awake. "Arina!" She squealed happily. She rushed over to me and swooped me up in a very painful hug. "Christina… My…Ribs.." I managed to croak.
She let go reluctantly. "When did you get up..?"
I thought for a moment, weather or not to confront her about Mr. Crepsley but decided against it. "Only a few minutes. My bones are aching all over…" I complained. She forced a smile, "Well they ought to be…A few of them are cracked…" Her face grew grim.
"He'll come back…" Christina said.
"I know." I replied grimly.
She sighed, brushing a whisp of her perfect blonde hair behind her ear. "He's my brother…He was looking for me." She said quietly. Matthew seemed to have faded into the background, knowing this was beyond what he should get into. I looked at her for a moment after she clarified the obvious. "I think I should tell you a Little bit about who I am…For your safety…" She said to me.
I looked at her and she began to speak, " My father…he was very very greedy, he was also a crook. When I was born, he was going to put me up for adoption, despite my mother's protests. Then he found out about my power." She said. "He raised me, keeping me from my mother, trying to corrupt my mind. To twist it into something like his own." She let out a long sigh. "After a few years, luke came along. He was easily corrupted, unlike me. He liked causing misery, whereas I couldn't stand even being around it. Obviously, after a while I got so tired of it. I wanted out… Then I picked up a flier. A flier to the cirque du freak." She smiled weakly. "I liked what I saw. I wanted to join. I met you in the process- I thought at first maybe you were apart of the act…ya know? with your eyes and hair…" She sighed again, " you know the rest from there…" She said closing her eyes for a moment.
There was a silence. Without thinking, I poured out my story to her. I didn't see how it could have helped, but I found myself telling the tale anyways. After that there was a silence. Matthew still stood at the back of the room and it seemed as if the occupants of the room had been hit by a ton of bricks.
Matthew turned and left Christina and I in a stiff silence.