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When we entered the tent area, it was pretty quiet. Then again, it was night and the only creatures up at this time are witches and vampires; us. Part of me felt an overwhelming desire to find Evra's tent and tackle him…but the only thing that stopped me from doing this was his snake, which would probably attack me. Would it be worth it? Would a possible poisonous snake bite be worth it?

…Perhaps.

It was sorely tempting.

However, another person intervened on my decision by grabbing my arm. I glanced up to see Mr. Crepsley, obviously knowing what I was thinking since there was a ghost of a grin on his lips. He made his way towards his trailer which, once again, surprised me. How could he know which was his in the dark and after it had been scattered into different places? This whole place was a maze that had to be memorized anew each time we set up!

I learned quite some time ago not to question him. He was once surprise after another, just like me. I respected that although it infuriated and confused me at times. At this thought, I grinned; imagine if it affected me like that, how did it affect Mr. Crepsley?

"If you wish, Sam, you may go and get a sleeping bag from one of the Little People. I see but only my coffin." He stated calmly as we entered the trailer. What had happened to mine? I didn't want to know; it was a blessing in disguise.

Although I hadn't seen the Little People in a while, I was probably a little braver than I should have been. I say this because if it wasn't for my stupidity, my curiosity, and my foolish bravery (which always seem to make trouble stalk me) I wouldn't have stumbled upon something…similar to an epiphany.

First I walked over to the somewhat largest and darkest shade of blue I could see in this darkness. Although my eyes weren't exactly like night vision goggles, I still managed to see far better than most humans despite my half blood. I shivered briefly, the thought of how I'd be when I turn full vampire pulsing in the back of my mind.

The tent that usually held alert creatures…held none. Where could they be? Mr. Tall had a habit of switching out from 20 Little People to roughly seven or eight so I had expected to find at least one lazing around the tent! Surely they weren't all out roaming the area for food or for…whatever they did for fun. I didn't recall seeing any hints of them all working on something big. Mr. Tall always ensured for at least one or two to be at a reachable place just in case something happened.

Determined not to sleep on the ground or with Mr. Crepsley in his coffin, I decided to go search for them. My feet led me to blind places I never thought I could go. My vision mattered not; it seemed like my feet were able to guide me as though they had a map of the recently settled area. Either that or I was acting on my vampire instincts.

I glanced around to notice I was standing before Mr. Tall's trailer. Could he have gathered the Little People in there to talk to them or give them orders? It was possible, yes, but not all of them at once. Especially not in his trailer, I mentally added. Careful as careful can be, I opened the door slightly to where I had an inch to see in.

It looked normal except for one thing; there was a candle lit nearby, giving a person an ominous glow. At first, I impulsively thought that person was Mr. Tall and I was about to walk in to greet him. Somehow I suspected he knew we were coming though.
Yet upon further inspection, I noticed that body was far from being tall. In fact…it was rather short, stout, and…tiny. Instantly my mind clicked and I felt an ice cube work through my blood stream. What was Mr. Tiny doing here?! That might explain the Little People disappearing but why was he here?

Should I be worried? Yes, I should. This man was a sadistic son of a bitch who only brought nervousness, anxiety, and bad news to where he went. He was like the flu! He was bad news!

Before I could even contemplate of what to do next, I heard a deep voice ring out. "Why discuss them of all people?" It was Mr. Tall! Although I couldn't see him from my one inch peep hole, I knew it was him! Did he sense me spying right now? Did Mr. Tiny? Well I was alive wasn't I? I guess not!

The other man's voice rang out, sending chills down my spine. Though his voice wasn't as deep as Mr. Tall (once more, I wondered about two things; why everyone was called Mister & how funny it was that these two matched their names) it still made my heart clench. "I'm simply pointing out something so obvious no one else notices. It would seem Samantha's grown painfully close to Crepsley. Perhaps it would be good to separate them?"

"You know you cannot, nor can I; she's his assistant." The other man snapped almost but sighed something of an apology.

Mr. Tiny flicked open his watch. "Oh I could…and I will. Just watch, you know precisely where he's going to take her and it will happen there. She's fallen for him and either both are too stupid to notice…or they avoided it."

Covering my mouth from two shocks, I silently closed the door and all but flitted back to Crepsley's trailer. I was in love with Crepsley and both men had noticed? Had Crepsley? What did he mean I'd be separated from him? I dare not repeat what I heard to Larten least he loses trust in me.

Practically throwing myself through the closed door, luckily it had opened from my force, I slammed into the wall. Looking over, I felt slightly relieved to see Larten had gone to sleep already. Glancing around, I grabbed a pillow and made the best I could with it, sleeping on the floor for now.

Around noon I woke up. It took me a few moments to remember where I was and immediately I wished I hadn't for the conversation between Tiny and Tall reappeared. Running a hand over my face, I stood up and stretched, grunting when a bone popped. No doubt Larten would remain asleep till nightfall.

As I walked out of the trailer in need of a bath desperately, I wondered about the conversation. What did they mean? Where were Larten and I going? Was I really in love? Did Larten notice? Did he feel the same way? Did Mr. Tall sense me there? That question made me shudder violently.

When I reached the circle for lunch, everyone greeted me joyfully. I received many handshakes and half hugs, mostly from the women of course, hearing about how I had a busy time. I sat next to Evra and we immediately conversed as though no time had passed. He looked older…

As we were served lunch, I felt a pair of eyes on me that felt rather…weighty. Looking around, I froze stiff to see Mr. Tall watching me, his dark eyes piercing through me. Praying he wasn't reading my mind, I thought about anything unrelated to love, Mr. Tiny, last night, moving. I quickly set my mind on Evra and snakes.

After a few moments, I felt his heavy meaningful gaze shift away from me. Yet I couldn't help but feel…as though perhaps…he had gotten information he wanted. Shivering despite the rather warm weather, I took off to do chores with my friend.

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