Vlad and I spent time watching and mocking Full House by counting and pointing out how many of their actors became drug addicts. When we finished our count, we watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I spent the time slicing my finger open and watched it heal immediately.

Vlad looked at me and grinned. "Having fun with being a vampire still?"

I nodded. "It's like a dream come true. I've always wanted to be a vampire…"

Soon, the door opened and a man with a slight French accent was heard. "Vlad? Nelly? Anyone here?"

Vlad's eyes widened. "Oh my God, Snow."

"Why? Who's that?"

"Otis. He's my uncle…and a vampire…he can detect a fellow vamp from a mile away."

"What's my excuse?"

"Your creator turned you into a vampire, and you don't remember his name. 'Kay? It'll be like, 'oh shit, I'm a vampire!' situation."

I nodded. "Sounds excellent."

He smiled and turned towards the staircase. "Down here, Otis!"

A man with long, blonde hair with a purple top hat in his right hand came down and looked at Vlad. "Hello, Vlad."

He turned to me and said, "My apologies, but I don't recall ever meeting you. My name is Otis Otis."

I ignored his unusual name and introduced myself, "I'm Snow."

"And you're a vampire, too?"

His quick realization surprised me. "Yes. My creator, however, is unidentified. I don't know who he is."

"Shame." He sighed. "Vampire and creator…it's a bond that no force on earth can break. I'm…awfully sorry of your position."

I nodded. "It's something Vlad here…" – I ruffled his long, "OMG EMO" hair – "…is helping me cope with."

"That's wonderful," Otis smiled. He turned back to Vlad and requested, "Vlad, may I speak to you about something in the kitchen? It's about your parents."

His eyes widened, and he sat up and proceeded to join Otis.

In an act of absolute sneakiness and curiosity, I listened into their conversation with my mind.

"Sorry for misleading you, Vladimir. This conversation will not be about your deceased parents…more of that girl, Snow."

My eyes widened.

"What about her?"

"You're her creator! How in God's name could you do that?"

"It wasn't my fault…besides, she wanted to be a vampire. They play this vampire game at The Crypt all the time."

"God forbid D'Ablo finds out about this! This is absolutely disappointing."

"Can…can we change her back?"

"I'm afraid we cannot. We'll simply keep her identity a mystery, and we'll keep her far away from the Stokerton Council. Where does she live again?"

"On the eastern side of Stokerton. You could say where the nightlife is."

"Keep her there…keep her away from any vampire. You can detect them, you're skilled at detecting them. Don't let me down, Vladimir."

After a pause, Otis said, "Vladimir…oh God…if you're a half-human, half-vampire…Snow is, too."

"Really?"

"There could be two Prav—half-vampires! This is almost impossible! Your vampire genes went to Snow and…this is extraordinary…"

"So I have an assistant if I really am the…P-Pravus."

"I guess so…good luck, Vladimir. Keep her safe."

Vlad then came down the stairs, I kept my eyes glued to the television screen so he didn't suspect anything. I glanced at him and smiled. He had this to say in response: "He knows."

"Oh, no." I played dumb. "Well…I'll just keep on the lookout."

He nodded and mouthed to himself, "Okay."

I then changed the subject, asking, "How do I stay satiated when school starts?"

Without another word, Vlad went into the closet in the back of the basement. I joined him, and he approached this refrigerator. In the freezer, there were dozens of blood bags, organized by blood type. In the fridge was a bunch of regular looking food, with a few brown sacks.

"Here," Vlad offered. "This is what I usually bring. The sandwich has blood capsules, the juice box is actually chilled blood and the Twinkies have an AB filling."

I smiled. "Wow. This is cool."

To add, he gave me a small box. "These are blood capsules. Put them in any kind of food, and…there will be blood inside. Just don't share with anyone else."

I nodded and before I could thank him, he added, "Or have a sandwich with raw meat. That's a good substitute, too."

I put the lunch on a table and hugged him. "Thanks, Vlad."

With my arms still around his neck, I said, "You're the only boy I've ever truly felt connected to."

He smiled. "You're the only girl that I've ever understood."

I grinned, and kissed him. It was hard – his fangs often tore my lips open, but I've accidentally done the same. The only way we could really experience a true kiss was if we were both satisfied.

And we both knew that was impossible.

I carried the bag back to Stokerton until I saw a flash of light. That Poe boy was standing in front of me.

I growled. "Listen, you little dick magnet. You better fuck off before I beat you up worse than your petty little camera."

"So? I'm using a disposable one." He said back.

I grabbed it out of his hands stomped on it, and tossed it in a sewer. I grabbed him by his shirt collar and shoved him against a wall. "You better run, you little speck, before I mutilate you, burn your body and throw your ashes in the creek! Got it?"

"Oh, silly girl," he laughed, "your games and threats don't threaten me at all."

I growled, shoved his hand against the wall and crushed it until I heard something crack. He hissed, and a few tears ran down his cheeks in pain.

I dropped him and pointed towards the direction I came – Bathory. "Now you better get the hell out of here before I crush your ribs instead!"

To save my ass from being reported to authorities, I pushed myself deep into his mind and erased myself from his memory. I had some success – I could only make him forget the event. He now believes his major hand injury was caused by a truck running it over. Fortunately, I also pushed myself deeper to make him believe his first camera was stolen by the school bullies.

I walked the rest of my way home without a problem in the least.