I returned to my happy-go-lucky-self quicker than I thought I would. My time spent meditating while being invisible gave me time to shut down in sorts as my mind usually raced a mile a minute. I worked as a receptionist for Victoria, being paid exceptionally for the work I did. Forever, Anthony was on my mind. Since being changed, my mind had more room to think, so he never strayed far.

I found I wasn't completely without the "bloodlust" that my sisters went through, but mine wasn't for blood. I craved pure energy. I found that if I didn't "recharge", as I liked to call it, on humans' energy, I'd become dangerous in my lust for energy. I slipped once in my first year; I'd been pushing myself too far, seeing how long my energy would last. A fortnight I'd lasted and then a sudden urge hit me in the middle of the night and I'd lost control.

Wandering into the streets looking for the nearest energy supply, I stumbled upon a drunkard man mumbling incoherent sentences at the back of a bar. I'd sashayed up to him, placed my hand in his and stole from him what little energy he had. When he slumped limply forward, I thought I'd killed him. Thankfully, he'd only passed out, the alcohol in his system making him lose consciousness faster. If he'd been sober, my own selfish need would have killed the man. I quickly hurried home, dry sobbing the entire way, my feet not even bothering to touch the ground as I flew home. Bree quickly comforted me, saying we all slipped up sometimes, but I vowed I'd never push myself that long again. When the electric current was hooked up to the house, my life became a whole lot easier as I simply topped up off the city's main grid, but pure human energy was a whole lot more substantial.

I could still maintain a form of sleep, if I wanted. But, I still murmured random and useless information which entertained the household to no end. I also floated a foot above the mattress, the sheets still covering my body. Apparently it was a sight to see. It unnerved me through, it was one thing I particularly didn't like, and it drained my energy far too quickly, so I simply did without. It wasn't like I was tired.

My clumsiness had also subsided, and my favoured shoe was now the tallest heel I could slide my foot into. I no longer tripped, stumbled, or ran into anything. Why? I no longer walked on the ground, but no more than a quarter of an inch in the air. Enough to scale over any lumps and bumps, but not enough to cause any one to actually notice. And I could simply pass through solid objects with no thought, if I wished. I did take more care when I was around actual people who did not know my secret.

So, here comes the big question: how does a girl, whose feet never touches the ground, keep her head out of the clouds?

Sorry! RL and exams... mass upload now...