I'm not quiet sure where to begin with apologizing for how long I've been gone. I am truly sorry.

Hopefully, this chapter will make up for it.

Thank you all for reading!

~Pixie

Romi pounded her head repeatedly against the empty bus seat in front of her as yet another song was belted out, poorly, by the people around her. She silently bitched out the chaperone for not allowing her to bring her IPod on the bus. She and Liliana had commandeered the seat at the very back while everyone else had clamored for the seats at the front; a few empty seats separating them from everyone else.

"Lil, do you think you could be a pal and puncture my eardrums for me? Pretty please?" Romi begged, tilting her head to send her sulking friend a pleading look. Liliana laughed bitterly, "Sorry, baby-cakes, but if I have to suffer through this than so do you. Misery loves company after all."

Romi huffed, flopping back in the seat when the singing finally came to an end; excited chattering blessedly taking its place. She scanned the eager, smiling faces of the others; her mood sinking from bitter to hostile. She had been forced to attend the Fellowship of the Sun since it was led by the pervious Reverend Newlin; so, it was no coincidence that she recognized most everyone on the bus.

And she completely detested most everyone on the bus.

Liliana pulled her legs up, the heels of her tennis shoes digging in the vinyl seat as she buried her face into her knees, "Kill me, God, please just kill me." Romi laughed, patting her friend's bright blonde curls, "Sorry, baby-cakes, you aren't leaving me all alone in this kumbaya hell. Misery and company, right?"

Liliana glared at her, "Don't quote me to me, you bitch. Hey, who's that guy sitting with Luke? Never seen him before." Romi glanced around until she spotted the pair, watching them speak for a few moments before she shrugged, "Don't know, must be new. It was open enrollment after all. He looks kind of dumb."

"Romi!" Liliana reprimanded through a peal of laughter. "What?" Romi said, gesturing towards the man, "Seriously, look at the guy. Sure, he's a pretty package but you can't deny that he's a few pecans short of a pie."

"You're terrible."

Romi grinned, "One juggler short of a circus?"

"What does that even mean?"

"A scoop shy of being a sundae."

"You're a bad, bad person, Ro. You know that, right?"

Romi just smiled again, "Girl, please, you know that boy couldn't find a thought with a GPS." She paused for a few moments, "But, damn, isn't he nice to look at?" Liliana nodded her agreement, giving her friend a high-five.

Liliana broke the silence that had fallen between them a few minutes later, "You know, you're still going to hell for all the shit that you said." Just then, Luke led the bus in another jovial campfire song causing both the girls to groan; sinking further into their seat.

"What do you mean 'going to hell', Lil. We're already there."

It took every ounce of self-control Romi possessed not to sprint from the bus the moment it came to a heaving stop a few hours later. Sarah and Steven Newlin stood side by side as they began greeting the campers from a raised platform the bus had parked by.

"Damn," Liliana said, shielding her eyes from the sunlight as she stepped off the bus, "I knew the Fellowship owned most of the land around the church, but I didn't think it was this big." She gestured towards a building in the distance, "That's the actually church, isn't it?"

Romi shrugged as she swung her duffel bag onto her should while handing Liliana hers, "Makes sense, doesn't it? The Fellowship is one of the most popular churches right now in the country. People travel hours just to come here and be brainwashed; I mean, worship."

"Hell, Ro," Liliana whispered as they joined the others that had grouped around the platform, "Fire and brimstone."

Romi glanced around while Sarah gave her welcoming speech, catching bits and pieces of the honeyed words. Everyone was eager and excited, staring at Sarah and Steve like they were second coming. Unease prickled under her skin again, a sickly feeling that had been steadily growing. She didn't want to be here. She wanted nothing to do with this place.

It's a few weeks, Romi reminded herself, just a few weeks. Repeating that over and over again, Romi focused again as someone handed her a bright yellow t-shirt with the camp's logo emblazed on it in bold, blue lettering. She glanced over at Liliana who was handling the shirt as if it was toxic; ever the artist, Lilian preferred her clothing black and splattered with paint.

"Amanda will be coming around with your ring of honesty." Sarah stated, drawing Romi attention, "Your ring symbolizes the promise to us and yourselves that you will always be completely honest and open while here on this campus."

Romi and Liliana shared a glance before gingerly picking a ring from the girls' side of the gaudy chest Amanda held. "It's good to see you guys here." Amanda whispered with her usual million watt smile, "Isn't it just super exciting to be part of something like this?"

"Yeah," Liliana stated with forced enthusiasm, "It's just super." Romi study the ostentatious ring, it was huge and garish; resting heavily on her middle finger like a paperweight. "Also, bear in mind," Sarah continued, "That your ring is made out of real silver. So, protect it with all your heart and maybe one day, your ring will protect you."

Romi snickered, leaning towards Liliana to whisper, "In all honesty, I'm probably going to hawk this thing to pay the electric bill one day." Liliana choked back a laugh as Sarah finally finished her speech. The girls gathered their bags, heading towards the bunkhouse with the other women.

"Romi," Steve called out, causing her to pause. She sent Liliana a pleading look but the other girl just shrugged and continued towards the cabin. Romi sighed slowly, plastering on a bright smile as she turned to face Steve and Sarah, "Hi Reverend Newlin, Mrs. Newlin."

Steve grinned, roping an arm around Sarah's shoulders, "I'm glad that you could make it, Romi. When Sarah and I were first planning this shindig I thought to myself 'you know who would be perfect for this? Romi Harris'. But you never seemed interested when I mentioned it to you, I'm thrilled that you changed you mind."

"Well, it was a lot of money," Romi stated, latching onto the first excuse her brain offered, "I didn't want to burden my mom, you know? It was very generous of you to offer a lower rate so I could attend."

Sarah smiled, grasping Romi's hands, "You're exactly what we wanted. A fresh, young girl with nothing but the brightest future ahead of her. You're always so polite and quite when you come here for the services but I could always tell that you have this burning light inside of you. I want you to use this conference as a chance to let that light burst right on out of you."

Steve laughed lovingly at his wife before saying, "Your mother mentioned after the service this Sunday that you had been accepted to the university here in Dallas. While I offer my congratulation, I'm also going to give you a warning, there's a lot of sin in this city, Romi. And it's just waiting to lead pretty, young girls away from the light. While you're here, I'm going to make it my mission to make sure that you have the all tools you'll need to defend yourself against such evils. And, I just want you to know, that Sarah and I will always be here for you if you need anything."

Romi offered him a sweet smile, squeezing Sarah's hands before taking a small step back, "Thank you, Reverend Newlin, Mrs. Newlin, that means a lot to me." Sarah smiled, waving a hand at her, "Honey-doll, while you're here, it's Steve and Sarah. Now, we've kept you long enough. You don't want to miss this afternoon's games, do you?"

"No, ma'am, I don't. Thanks again." With a friendly wave, Romi jogged towards the bunkhouse. She walked into the noisy building, dodging the other twittering girls as she made her way towards the bunkbed that Liliana had already claimed for them. Her friend was already stretched out on the top bunk, a worn sketch pad in hand. Liliana reached out a smudged hand, giving Romi a high-five before returning to her drawings.

Romi dug out her IPod, tucking it into the back pocket of her cut-offs before pushing the ear-buds into place. She mouthed the words to the Icon for Hire song that started to play as she unpacked her bag, stuffing her clothes and toiletries into drawers of the dresser that was next to the bed. She carefully pulled out the small stack of books she had packed, a few of her favorites, warily tucking them into away in the middle drawer.

She flopped down on the mattress, wrinkling her nose at the dusty smell it gave off. God, she hated camps. Romi watched the other girls, their giddy chatter drowned out by the heavy bass of her music. Everyone was so happy, so damned thrilled to be here. They were all smiles and laughter as if somehow they had forgotten that the underlying message of this camp was the total hatred of a group of people.

Romi's thoughts drifted to the Newlins. Their candied words and sugared smiles had won over the nation; making them the peaceful, God-fearing poster couple of the anti-vampire movement. But it was all a façade. They didn't want to save the human race; that was just a byproduct, a convenient happenstance of their agenda. No, genocide was their true goal; the complete extinction of an entire people. It wasn't the light of Jesus that lit Steven Newlin's eyes; it was an all-consuming hatred. Pure, undiluted odium fed that man's cause, not love like he claimed. Somehow the entire world was blind to it; somehow they had mistaken his fanaticism for broadmindedness, his fear for rational caution.

Granted, Romi understood that vampires could be dangerous; that they were capable of great harm. But dogs were just as capable, humans even more so. She couldn't justify the blanket hatred of a people because of the poor choices of a few.

Romi sighed, rubbing at her eyes. She liked to think that she was somehow evolved to everyone else here, that she was more tolerant; better. But the truth was she had never even met a vampire before. She liked to think that she would treat a vampire exactly the same as she would a human but she couldn't know for sure.

Maybe that was the difference that separated her from the others here. She didn't want to hate vampires; she didn't really want to hate anybody. Maybe vampire weren't human like Steve claimed, but does that fact justify their extermination. If the fact that they could kill or they have killed means they don't have the right to exist what did that have to say about humans? Human killed and hated one another all the time. If it is acceptable to hate vampires for these reasons isn't it just as acceptable to hate humans too?

"Ro!" Liliana shouted as she yanked out one of the headphones. Romi jumped at the brash interruption, "Christ, Lil. Don't do that. I'd like my heart to keep beating, if it's all the same to you." Romi shut off her IPod, tucking it away in a drawer as Liliana sat, leaning against one of the bedposts as she studied her friend, "What had you chasing a white rabbit? I've been trying to get your attention forever."

Romi just shook her head, pulling her dark, ribbon straight hair up into a ponytail, "Nothing, just thinking."

"About?"

"Stuff, Lil, nothing really."

Liliana raised a perfectly plucked brow, "Looked pretty intense to be nothing. But I know better than to pry with you. Come on, the afternoon actives are about to start." She waved her hands mocked anticipation, "I overheard that we're playing capture the flag. Go sports."

Romi laughed as she pushed herself off the mattress, yanking a pouting Liliana to her feet, "Sports are fun, Lil. Sweat and competition is good for the soul."

"Maybe you soul," Liliana grumbled as she followed her out of the bunkhouse. Romi laughed, draping an arm around Liliana's shoulders, "Come on, Lil, maybe his holy light will really shine upon you and that Stackhouse guy that you were eyeing so intently will take his shirt off."

"Capture the flag, my aching kneecaps," Liliana complained as she and Romi followed everyone into the meeting hall, "Seriously, what the hell point was there to that?"

"It was a test, Lil," Romi answered softly, "Steve and Sarah were watching to see who had the ability to react quickly to an oncoming attack." Lil came to a short stop causing Romi to slam into her, "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Think about it, Lil," Romi said, "They want an army of vampire hunters. It naturally makes sense that they're going to be testing us with situations like that. Look on the bright side though; at least you got to see Jason without his shirt on." She gave Liliana a small shove to get her moving again with a smile.

The hall was quickly filling up and there were only a few scant chairs left. Liliana stared longingly at an open seat near the elevated stage. "Go on," Romi said, "I'll stand in the back. I'm not as sore as you are."

Liliana gave a squeal, flinging her arms around Romi's neck before dashing towards the folding chair; sinking into it with a content sigh. Romi just shook her head, leaning against the back wall, completely fine with being as far from the spotlight as possible.

The crowd let out a cheer as Amanda climbed onto the stage with the rest of her girl band. She sang a bubbly song about saving herself for Jesus. Romi rolled her eyes as she made certain to clap along with everyone else. It seems like Amanda forgot her wild make out grope fest she had in the church store room a few weeks ago with Timothy Smith; whom Romi was fairly certain wasn't the second coming of Christ.

Steve hopped onto the stage once the song had ended, giving Amanda a few moments of his attention before easing the crowd back into their seats. "Now, finally, tonight we're going to wind things down with a little game which, while fun, should also be instructive. Because as each of you heads out into the world, at some point, you will be faced with real life encounters with vampire sympathizers."

Romi felt herself pale as she watched as Sarah and the hesitant Jason began their skit; her stomach churning. She was so shocked that she didn't notice Steve creeping along the wall towards her, "Powerful stuff, isn't it, Romi?" He asked quietly, causing her to jump, "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I just noticed you hiding out back here. There's room towards the front."

"No," Romi stated adamantly, quickly quieting back down when several people turned to stare, "No, I'm okay. I know a lot of people are sore after capture the flag, I don't mind standing." Steve nodded, "You did very well in the match today, Jason wouldn't have scored if it hadn't been for you blocking as well as you did."

Romi nodded, "I played a lot of sports all throughout school. Rugby being one of them, mom insisted that I quit when I got my nose broken though." Steve nodded again, his eyes lighting up as if he had found a new toy, "I have to get back up there but make sure you pay close attention, Romi. I have high expectations for you."

She felt her throat go dry at his parting comment, turning her attention back to the stage just in time to see Sarah donning a set of fake vampire teeth before turning to confront Jason again. Something desperate flared in his eyes before he snapped a flagpole and charged, pinning Sarah to the ground.

Tears welled in her eyes as Steve started to clap, the campers surging to their feet as they began to cheer. Liliana was hesitantly clapping along, turning to glance at Romi; her eyes wide with shock. Romi watched as Sarah comforted a clearly shaken Jason, telling him that he was right to react the way that he had.

Romi viciously scrubbed at her eyes, hoping that no one had noticed her tears. If those were the expectations that Steve was holding her to, he was going to be sorely disappointed.

"That stuff with Missy was pretty powerful, huh?" Liliana stated as they walked back into the bunkhouse from the showers, "I never thought about how cruel a vampire could be." Romi stalled near their bunk, her jaw slack, "Lil, seriously?"

Liliana shrugged as she packed away her dirty clothes, "All I mean, Ro, is that we can't really know what vampires are like, can we? We've never met one. Maybe they are really just monsters that want to feed from us until we're all used up." She sat down on Romi's bed, "Even if half of what we've learned over the last few days is true, it's still pretty damning. I'm just saying that maybe Steve and Sarah aren't completely wrong. Does that mean I'm going to stake every vampire I meet? Probably not, but I will be far more cautious than I would have been? Absolutely."

Romi shoved her rumpled ball of clothes into her duffle bag than kicked it beneath her bunk. She sat next to Liliana, leaning in close to whisper, "Lil, you can't judge an entire people off the choices of a few. No one has ever said that all of humanity needs to die because Hitler was an asshole."

"You can't compare the two, Ro. They're totally different cases." Liliana shot back, "Besides, there's a few new studies out that prove that Hitler was actually a vampire. Steve has copies of them in his office if you want to read them."

"Holy shit, Lil, you've got to be fucking kidding me right now." Romi snapped, surging to her feet. Her outburst caught the attention of several of the others girls milling around the room, "What?" She snarled, sending the girls scurrying out of the bunkhouse as they shot nasty looks and whispers over their shoulders at her.

"Ro," Liliana calmly said, moving to place her hands on Romi's shoulders, "I'm not saying that I hate all vampires, I'm not even saying that they deserve to die. I'm saying that they aren't human, they aren't them same as us and we can't treat them like we are the same."

Romi's gaze hardened as she stepped away from Liliana, grabbing her IPod and a book before heading towards the door without a word. "Romi," Liliana called after her, "Come on, why are you getting so upset about this? Why does this matter so much?"

"Because, Lil, what Steve Newlin is preaching isn't separation, it's not caution, its war. It's blind hatred fueled by unfounded fear. You're right, I've never met a vampire before but I can't just accept that their evil just because of what they could do. But do you know what really pisses me off, how everyone around here seems to forget all of the awful, monstrous things that humans have done. Read a history book, Lil. Any given point in our history is filled with murder, rape, torture, mistreatment, and cruelty. Sure, we gloss over it with pretty words and justifications but that doesn't mean that it didn't fucking happen. We have killed more of our own kind than vampires ever could have. But they're the monsters."

Liliana looked shocked and hurt as she moved towards Romi, but she just waved her off, "Not now, Lil. I'm sorry I snapped at you. It's this place, it's driving me insane and I feel like I'm losing you to it. I just need sometime alone right now. I'll meet up with you at dinner, okay?"

She walked away with a small wave, breaking into a jog the moment she stepped out into the brilliant sunlight. This place was driving her insane. She couldn't handle it; it was all just becoming too much. And it was only the third day. Everyone in this place was frothing at the mouth at the thought of actually getting their hands on a vampire. And Steve and Sarah only fed their rage, building it up until it consumed them.

The conversations in the dining hall were down right vicious. The campers would joke about serving heads, ripping bodies apart, staking, setting fire, stabbing, and killing while eating as if it was they were talking about the weather. No one seemed to realize that they were actually talking about murder. But then again, vampires weren't actually people. Sarah said so, after all.

All this active hate, all this judgment Romi could feel it soaking into her skin, clinging to her cells. It made her feel filthy; and no amount of hot water could wash the taint away. She needed to get away from it all for a while; just a moment of quiet so she could breathe again.

Romi made her way towards the sports field, letting out a grateful sigh when she found it completely devoid of any activity. She settled herself against a hay bale, popping her headphone in, letting her IPod play at random as she lost herself in the pages of Ovid's Metamorphoses.

Romi was halfway through the thrilling tale of Scylla and Charybdis when someone gently tapped her on the shoulder. She jerked around, yanking out her headphone when she realized Sarah was standing next to her. "We missed you at dinner," Sarah stated softly, sitting gingerly next to her; clearly fearful of the damage the grass could cause her white capris.

"Oh, crap," Romi said, finally comprehending how late it actually was, "I am so sorry, Sarah. I didn't mean to, honest, I just lost track of the time."

Sarah smiled, "There's no reason to fret, hon, I understand. We've been throwing a lot of information at you guys over these last few days and I know you just needed some alone time to process it all. Good book?"

"Yeah, its Ovid's retelling of some of the Greek myths. Ever read it?" She continued when Sarah shook her head, "Ovid wrote it somewhere around eight A.D. He specially picked the stories because of their common theme of transformation. Humans becoming gods or trees or stars, animals turning into stone; stuff like that. He wanted to show his readers that no one was truly safe from the flow of the universe. It didn't matter if you were a human or a god, you were bound to the same cycle of misfortune and providence. That no matter how ugly and cruel life had gotten that it would eventually change into something glorious, but you can't get too comfortable either; because tribulations were just a step away too. The endless cycle that every creature faces."

Sarah gave her that same honey smile she flashed whenever reporters were around, "It sounds interesting, a little depressing maybe." Romi shrugged, "Life can't always be bread and circuses. You can't have light without darkness, love without hate, hope without pain; that's just the way it works."

"Can I ask you a question, Romi?" Sarah asked a few tense, silent moments later, "Whenever I see you, you're always in long sleeves and jeans. Why is that?" The question didn't even cause Romi to pause. This was hardly the first time she had been asked, "I played a lot of sports, so, I'm pretty scarred up because of it. People tend to get the wrong idea when they see them. Besides, I get cold pretty easily."

Sarah nodded, placing a perfectly manicured hand on Romi's knee, "I want you to know that you don't have to hide while you're here, this camp is a safe zone. And if you ever want to talk, I'm here for you."

"Thanks, Sarah," Romi said, "That means a lot to me." Sarah smiled again, carefully getting to her feet, "We should be getting to the meeting hall. We're going to be role-playing again and I'd hate for you to miss out on gaining some valuable experience on handling confrontation like that."

Romi rolled her eyes begin Sarah's back, barely containing the aggravated sigh that was threatening to break free, "Yeah, I'd hate to miss that."

Sarah seemed to miss the forced enthusiasm in Romi's voice, chatting pleasantly as they made their way up to the meeting hall, making it just in time. "Look who I found, y'all." Sarah exclaimed as they entered. "Sorry, if I worried anybody," Romi said with a placating smile, taking the empty seat next to Liliana, "I lost track of time."

"Well," Steve said as Sarah took her place next to him on the stage, "That just means that you get to participate in our exercise tonight. Get on up here, Romi. And how about Luke tonight? All right, everyone, we're going to be role-playing again but we're going to change it up a little tonight. Now, Jason's reaction to being confronted by a vampire may have been correct but you might not always have the opportunity to handle the situation the same way. Unfortunately, we can't just go and stake vampires in public."

The crowd booed and hissed at that and Steve let them carry on for a few moments before motioning them into silence, "Yet. So, tonight it won't be a sympathizer that you'll be facing, it'll be a vampire. So, Romi, Luke, come on up here."

Romi sighed, handing Liliana her book before making her way up on the stage. She stood awkwardly next to Luke as Steve continued his explanation, "All right, Luke, you'll be playing the good guy while Romi, because you were late, you'll be the vampire. Okay, everyone set? And go."

She and Luke faced off while Sarah and Steve stepped off to the side. Romi shifted her weight nervously, waiting for Luke to start them off. She glanced out into the audience, their faces hard and cold, as if they truly believed she was a vampire. Seeing their unbridled fury and barely contained malice, Romi's nerves disappeared. She turned to Luke with complete confidence, "Why do you hate me?"

"Because you're a vampire." Luke shot back. Romi shook her head, her sable hair flaring out around her, "No, why do you hate me personally? What have I done to cause you to hate me? I don't even know you. How can you hate someone you if you've never met them before?"

Luke looked flustered, "You're a vampire, a monster. You feed off of innocent humans, killing them just so you can stay alive."

"I've never killed anyone," Romi insisted, "Even before Tru Blood. I never killed the people I drank from."

"You're lying. Vampires are nothing but soulless creatures, Satan's army of the damned. You and your kind are sin personified. Your very existence is an affront to God and there is nothing that you can say that will warrant your present on our planet." The crowd went wild at his adamant words, surging to their feet with a deafening cheer.

Romi started to laugh, "Wait, we're the soulless creatures? Us? You honestly believe that? Ever heard of Pedro Alonso Lopez? He was a Colombian serial killer, accused of raping and killing more than three hundred girls across all South America He would lure them to a secluded area where he would rape them before killing them brutally, usually by strangulation. He was a human. How about Dr. Harold Fredrick Shipman? He was a doctor in England who is responsible for two hundred and fifty deaths. He would purposely inject fatal doses of diamorphine into his victims then then forged their wills so he could inherit their money. Guess what, he was human too. Let's not forget Jeffrey Dahmer, I'm sure you know about him, he's the one that killed seventeen boys. Sometimes he would have sex with the bodies and sometimes he ate them. You know what, he was human too. And I'm not even going to get into your history of enslavement, persecution, genocide, rape, pillaging, and destruction. Face it; nobody is better at killing than humans. How can you stand there and proclaim that we're the monsters?"

Luke shook his head, stuttering, "No, you're just trying to lead me astray."

"Lead you astray?" Romi scoffed, rolling her eyes, "Why would I want to lead you anywhere? What? Do you think you're special? Hate to tell you this, sweet-cheeks, but you're really not. You're just another lemming clinging to any cause that gives your little, pathetic life purpose. No, my kind is just another in a long line of people who have been persecuted by you righteous humans. And, you know what, once this calms down; you'll just find someone else to hate, some new group of people that doesn't fit just right into your pretty little world. Because that's all you humans can do, is hate. Who's the affront to God now?"

A deathly silence stretched throughout the hall as Luke glared at her. Romi took a step back, glancing at Steve, "I-I'm sorry. Did I take it too far? I didn't mean-"

"No," Steve interjected quickly, stepping back onto the stage between her and Luke, "You both did great. Romi just brought us to a lesson that we weren't going to teach quite yet. You're not always going to win. This was a perfect example of that. But whether you win or lose you need to keep one thing in mind when faced with a defeat: our cause, your cause, is righteous. A loss today just means the victory tomorrow will be twice as sweet. Keep calm, wait for the right opportunity and his holy light will lead you to victory in the end."

Sarah came up to join her husband, "All right, everyone, we've got another full day planned for tomorrow. So, let's all head to bed and get a good night's rest." Romi waited until the other campers began to file out before turning to Steve and Sarah, "I am so, so sorry."

"You did just fine, Romi," Steve said with a smile, clapping her on the shoulder, "Like I said, we were planning a lesson like this. You just beat us to the punch."

Romi tugged at a stray piece of her hair, "You, um, you won't tell my mom about this on Sunday, will you? She'd get really mad if she heard that I was defending vampires, even if it was only an act."

"Remember what I told you, hon?" Sarah said, "This is a safe place. You're not in trouble and we're not mad. I'm sure your mom would understand."

Romi nodded, offering the couple a thankful smile before heading towards the door where Liliana was waiting. "So, remember the conversation that you and I had before coming here? The one where we agreed that drawing attention to us was a bad thing?" Liliana asked as they made their way back to the bunkhouse, "You're kind of failing."

"I know," Romi sighed, running a hand down her face. She caught Liliana's hand, pulling her to a stop before she could walk into the bunkhouse, "I'm really sorry about today, Lil. I'm frustrated and upset, but I shouldn't have taken it out on you."

Liliana just smiled, pulling Romi into a hug, "Bitch please, it's going to take more than a little snap fight like that to get rid of me. You're stuck with me. Forever." She drew the last word out, causing Romi to laugh.

"Besides," Liliana said, "How can I be mad at you after you gave that kiss-ass Luke McDonald such an amazing public spanking?"