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Chapter 3
Around three in the morning I heard screams coming from Angela. She was screaming a lot and she woke up Evra. Evra looked over at me. He wanted her to be quiet so he could sleep again, but also I could tell that he was worried about.
I picked Angela up and she woke up and cried into my chest. She seemed like she has been having a nightmare before I had fallen asleep. I was watching her and she was tossing and turning. Angela wouldn't stop crying. She seemed like she was out of it. She was looking at me and I could see a faraway look in her eyes.
"Angela, calm down. It's okay it was only a dream," I said.
"No, it wasn't just a dream," she said.
"Then what was it Angela," I asked her.
"It was what really happened to me before I became a half-vampire," she responded to my question. She looked shaken up a little bit. I didn't want to bother her though because she seemed like she didn't want to talk about it. I wasn't going to ask her either until a little later. I got her to fall back to sleep. Evra and I decided to talk quietly to each other.
"She looked really scared," Evra whispered to me.
"I know," I said.
"I wonder what is going on in her head," he responded back to me.
"Well she is only a little girl. She may have been just having a nightmare," I said.
"She said it was more than a nightmare," Evra responded.
"I really don't know what to do if this happens again," I said.
"Me either," I said.
Later in the morning all three of us were awake. I was making Angela eat because she was to thin. She looked like skin and bones. She reminded me of when I had first seen the freak show.
"What did you want to tell me about last night," I asked her once she was done eating.
"Do you want to know why I became a half-vampire," she asked me. I was shocked by the question. I didn't think she wanted me to know about that. When I recovered I shook my head and she sighed
"Well I was born to Devon and Jane Rightberg. They were my birth parents and I knew they both loved me a lot. When I was about two-years-old they died in a car crash. I was not in the car when they died. I was at my grandparents house when they got into the accident. The driver that had hit them was drunk. They had swerved off the road and hit a tree," she said.
"Are you serious," I asked. Evra was listening as well.
"Yes, they were very loving," she said.
"You knew they loved you," I said.
"I did for the year that they were with me. My grandparents took very good care of me. They treated me well and never mistreated me. I loved them back and I cooed at them a lot. They seemed happy that I was in there lives. While they were taking care of me my grandpa got sick. I thought he was going to get better. He got worse and he ended up dying. My grandma got depressed would not eat and would not move. She died two weeks after my grandpa. I was crying a lot after my grandpa died. I just cried more after she died because she could not take care of me," she said.
I was really sad when I found out what happened to her family. I did not know that she had that sad of a life at one. She was only one when she lost her Mom and Dad. I do not know how she would know that. She was only a baby and she knew her family died. She was crying on my chest. I did not know that her life was that sad. I wanted to know what happened next, but she was to hard to tell me. Evra and I exchanged looks and we were worried about her.