A/N: Well, another section. This one is a bit short, I know. Like I said, these aren't average chapter length. If I ever decide to go somewhere with this story, I'll redo the chapter divisions. I hate dividing chapters up.

Sorry this has taken a while to get up. Well, five days anyway. I've been in a rotten mood lately, and I don't want to write when I'm like that cause it'll turn out bad. Oh and I had to rewrite this too. I was about halfway done with the section, then I realized I'd completely messed up the characters, and I'd skipped over some and realized I can't be that lazy. So I got rid of it all except a couple sentences or paragraphs that turned out well.

Oh, and just so you all know, the stuff in italics at the beginning of this section is just the last few sentences of last section. I won't do it all the time, like if I cut it off between two separate scenes, but if it's the middle of a conversation, it might make it easier on some people.

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Section Two

"I'm sorry my brother was so… rude," Acantha says. "It's just how he is. He has nothing against you personally."

"Your brother?" I ask, hearing my voice waver slightly and hating it.

She nods. "Morgen. He was the one who attacked you last night."

Instinctively, I cringe, for two reasons. One: it's bad enough being whipped so badly in a fight, and worse when the news gets spread. Two: If her brother is so aggressive, it's likely she'll be the same.

"I'm not planning on attacking you," Acantha states.

I frown, puzzled. "I never said you were."

"No, but you thought it."

Oh yeah… I forgot she could read my thoughts so easily. See, being a hermit, these things tend to slip my mind. If I was human, I'd probably go red right about now, ashamed that I'm so clueless, but vampires tend to hide their feelings easily. Still, I'm not great at it, and she can probably tell.

I hurriedly change the subject away from my thoughts. "So what did you come here for, if not to finish me off?" Now that I know I'm not in immediate danger, my voice doesn't shake quite so much.

"I wanted to be sure you were alright. Morgen didn't tell me how badly he hurt you."

"I'm fine." The last thing I need is someone worrying over me and pitying me. Oh, that'd help my confidence, alright. Anyway, like all of my kind, I heal fast. Only a few of the more serious injuries are left, and even those are close to disappearing.

"That's good." She hesitates before asking, "What exactly happened last night, if you don't mind me asking?"

Obviously she doesn't consider me much a threat at all, or she wouldn't ask. In most cases, it's dangerous to ask another vampire about their defeat, but I guess I'm a special case here. "Um, I was curious when I felt another vampire nearby, cause I haven't met any around here before, and, um, well, he was really angry and just, um, attacked right away," I say. It's painful discussing such an embarrassing encounter.

"Have you fought before?" she asks.

What in the world? Is it that obvious how inexperienced I am! "No," I mumble.

"Would you like a bit of help practicing?"

A/N: Wow, this was short. :( Sorry about that. But hopefully, if I do short chapters, the updates will come more often! Plus, it's summer, which means lots of writing time.

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