6
Our Condition
Morgan awoke early the next morning. Wow that was the first decent night's sleep I have gotten in a long time, she thought to herself. She looked at the sleeping woman next to her and smiled. She had never been treated so well by a group of strangers. She had never been treated so well by anyone. Why would they do that? She was still a little weary of the man, Vlad.
Morgan crept out of the bed trying not to disturb Verona. The cold air sent shivers up her spine. She defiantly was not getting used to the cold air. It seemed like everywhere she went it was freezing. How do they stand it? She walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out a long cloak and wrapped it around herself. Verona won't mind she thought to herself.
She decided that she would have a look around, since everyone was asleep what harm could it do? She walked out into the brisk hall and started walking. She kept going after she passed Aleera's room. She had not been this far down the hall. She peered into rooms as she passed. The hall just kept on going; it looked like it had no end. She finally came to a large door that looked different than all of the others. I wonder what's in there, she thought to herself. Morgan's curiosity got the best of her. She slowly opened the door and peered in.
The room was dark. She couldn't see anything. Her curiosity grew as she tried to see what was in the room. She walked into the room trying to get a better look. Her eyes started to adjust to the darkness and she saw the shapes of large furniture. She walked over to one of them and noticed it was a set of shelves covered with a cloth. What is this place? She turned to walk away and crashed into a table. Everything on the table fell in the floor making a noise that echoed through the room. Good job stupid, she thought to herself.
She turned once again, bit crashed into something different. A tall, dark figure stood in front of her. It was him, it was Vlad. Morgan was frightened now. He grabbed her arm and led her out of the room into a smaller one. Morgan struggled to get away, but the man's grip was too strong. The man released his grip once they were in the other room. Morgan backed against the wall. He came closer to her and said, "Don't worry I'm not going to hurt you. I just had to get you out of that room before you ran into everything."
There was a moment of silence, "What were you doing in there?" "I…I was just taking a look around. I wanted to see the rest of the castle." "You know if you wanted to see the castle, I could have showed you." Again there was another silence. "Here, come sit, we should talk." The count walked over to a desk and sat down. Morgan walked to the seat on the other side of the desk and slowly sat down.
"What do you want?" asked Morgan with a little edge in her voice. "Listen, if we are both going to be in this castle you need to be a little nicer. This is my castle you know." Morgan got defensive, "I need to be nicer. Who grabbed who's throat yesterday." "Yes, but I think you gave as much as you got. Am I the only one who remembered the little shock you gave me?" They were getting no where. At this pace they could be arguing forever. The count spoke up and said, "Ok, how about we start over. I'll forget about the shock, if you forget about the throat grabbing. Deal?" "Fine" she said abruptly. "Remember what I said about the you being nicer thing?" "Sorry" she said.
"What do you say to a normal conversation?" asked the count. "I could try that." Morgan was now easing up. It had seemed their little argument had done some good after all. Morgan looked up at the count who had just lit a couple candles. "There's no use sitting in the dark." Morgan nodded and said, "What was that room?" "A library." "What, a library? Why do you have it all closed up?" "I don't use it anymore." "Why?" "Well I just don't need to anymore. Enough about me, I want to know something about you." "Like what?" "Well, for starters where are you from?"
"I was born to a rich family in France and lived there for the first thirteen years of my life. Then I spent a year in a place that I'd rather not talk about." The count leaned back in his chair and said, "So I take it you are fourteen?" Morgan nodded. "So when Verona found you, you were running from someone?" "Yeah." "Who?" "Another thing I would rather not talk about." "Ok" said the count. "What about this strange power? What is that all about?" "I'm not really sure. It only started about a year ago. I just had the power to control electricity. I thought it was cool until my parents…never mind." "What?" "Nothing. But now I think it is a curse. It makes me an outcast, and you have no idea what that can feel like." "I think you'd be surprised." "What." "Nothing, forget about it."
Morgan was starting to get comfortable with Vlad's presence. Although she was still a bit nervous, she felt things were getting better between them. "So where are you from?" "Oh I see, now that you had to answer questions I have to." "That's right." The count chuckled and said, "Well I am from here and I have been living here since I was born." "When was that?" The count hit a roadblock. Now what do I say? Should I tell her now or wait for her to figure it out later? He was faced with a hard decision. He was just starting to earn the girl's trust, would it be wise to tell her now? "Hello anyone home?" asked the impatient girl. "Well, you see…umm Verona, Marishka, Aleera and I are not normal." "What do you mean?" asked Morgan a little confused. "Well we kind of have something similar to your condition." "Really, like what." There was a silence. "Come on just say it." "Well we're all Vampires."
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