Vampire's Journal

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scared. I keep telling myself it's just that I'm all messed up from the time difference between France and here. But that doesn't explain why I feel so scared. So lost. The day before yesterday,while Aunt Judith and Margar

ow.That sounds totally crazy. But even when I saw the house and

alling from the den. Just then Aunt Judith let a suitcase crash down on the floor behind me and sighed a huge sigh and said,"We're home." And Margaret laughed.And the most horrible feeling I've ever

ed of them?Trisha stopped writing. She stared at the last line she had written and then shook her head,pen hovering over the small book with the blue velvet cover. Then,with a sudden gesture,she lifted her head and threw pen and book at the big bay window, where they bounced off harmlessly and landed on the upholstered window seat. It was all so completely ridiculous. Since when had she, Trisha,been scared of meeting people?Since when had she been scared of anything? She stood up and angrily thrust her arms into a red silk kimono. She didn't even glance at the elaborate Victorian mirror above the cherry wood dresser; she knew what she'd see. Trisha,cool and blond and slender,the fashion trend setter,the high school senior, the girl every boy wanted and every girl wanted to be. Who just now had an unaccustomed scowl on her face and a pinch to her mouth. A hot bath and some coffee and I'll calm down, she thought

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they might all be empty inside, like the houses on an abandoned movie set. They looked as if they were empty of people, but full of strange watching things. That was it; something was watching her. The sky overhead was not blue but milky and opaque, like a giant bowl turned upsidedown. The air was stifling, and Trisha felt sure that there were eyes on her. She caught sight of somethi

e shaking anger in her own voice. "Go on! Getaway!" With the last word, she threw the stone.There was an explosion of leaves, but the crow soared up unharmed. Its wings were huge, and they made enough racket for a whole flock of crows. Trisha crouched, suddenly panicked as it flapped directly over her head, the wind of its wings ruffling her blonde hair. But it swooped up again and circled, a black silhouette against the paper-white sky. Then, with one harsh croak, it wheeled away toward the woods. Trisha straightened up slowly,then glanced around, self-conscious. She couldn't

g down on to his curly hair. In jeans and T-shirt, Caden Scott looked exactly like a normal highschool student.He wasn't. Deep in the woods, where no one would see him, he'd come to feed. Now he licked at his gums and lips painstakingly, to make sure there was no stain on them. He didn't want to take any chances. This masquerade was going to be hard enough to pull off as it was. For a moment he wondered, again, if he should just give it all up. Perhaps he should go back to Italy, back to his hiding place. What made him think that he could rejoin the world of daylight?As he slung his jacket over his shoulder, he noticed the crow that had disturbed him earlier. It was still perched in the oak tree, and it seemed to be watching him. There was a wrongness about it. He started to send a probing thought toward it, to examine the bird, and stopped himself. Remembe