Finally she stood up and left the room. She went down stairs and snatched the milk container from the fridge and pored it in a glass. Taking a big gulp, she sighed and then suddenly got an idea in her head.
Perhaps, she could find this vampire, to where ever he went. She wasn't sure why she wanted to see him but in her mind, the sweet embrace of a vampire was what she wanted. It gave her strength. It told her silent sweet things that she could get no where else. She needed to find him, it was decided.
In the middle of the night, she walked out the door. She went for the park and ignoring the thoughts of how crazy she was acting.
Zoë made it and looked around at the darkened quiet swings. She sat down in one of them, swinging back and forth. She waited but there was no sign of the vampire anywhere.
It was a foolish thing to come here. What did she expect? He would walk right up to her? She waited more and finally walked away from the park in despair.
Nights passed and she resolved to give up.
Finally, one night came when the moon shown bright, she decided to give one last effort. Walking out the door, she went down the road.
Her feet scratched over the pavement as she went. Her body drooped from the lack of sleep and her head ached in pain. Eventually her foot turned the wrong way and loosing balance, she fell to the ground.
A sharp rock dug into her arm, leaving a big gash where drops of blood dripped onto the pavement. Her head spinned and she cried out in pain.
Looking up in a daze, someone stood before her. She tried to focus on the man's face but her vision blurred and she was loosing consciousness fast. She tried to stay awake but sleep drifted in.
A familiar smell enveloped Zoë. She slowly became awake and her eyes lids parted. She found she was back into her room, laying on her bed. The vampire she had been looking for was sitting beside her on the edge of the bed. The sweet scent of the of him surrounded her.
"You!" She gasped, her voice cracking with sleep. The room was still dark with night, "Why have you come back to me!"
He smiled at her. He was trying to appear evil and wrong, Zoë could see, but she knew somehow it was only an act.
"Rest now, we can talk later, you are exhausted and are very weak," He said. Zoë then noted the throbbing in her twisted ankle and the bandage that was now on her arm. She touched it gently.
She laid her head on her pillow and silently stared at the vampire on the edge of her bed. He looked around the room and at times, at her. Zoe's eyes never moved away from him.
"Tell me," She said, "Why have you not killed me yet? You could anytime you know."
"Yes, I could, although I suppose I see it fit to keep you around."
Silence.
"Oh, you misunderstand," the vampire said. "You are a very sweet girl and never deserved a deprived live as yours. You wish to see me because I give you comfort, I understand."
Zoë continued to stay silent.
"What if I propose I give you your Simon back?" He then said.
Zoë sat up shocked and the vampire just smiled.
"Yes, let me tell you."