Talking with Caleb the dia before was exhausting, but knowing that I would have a conversation with Nikolai would be ten times mais dramatic and intense. He would pry about the words I was saying with Caleb, but even mais so with his theories on my attacker. I even had the insane feeling that he was wanting to know mais about me, and for him to be that nosy around my inner life…I’ve never experienced anything like that.
    But I was astounded to find that it was nothing like that at all.
    On Sunday morning, Nikolai arrived at the door just when...

Days passed, and it became a lot easier to handle all of the creatures. Nikolai conveniently found a way to get the blood that the vampiros here at the hotel would need, and I didn’t want to ask for further details on how. I accepted his help, and as soon as possible I gave the vampiros their blood. I had to leave the hotel for a bit so that I didn’t hurl at the mess they were making in the kitchen, which was nothing compared to the concoctions Sam made as a child. To take up that time, I headed out on the brisk walk to Balthory High, charting the route in my head.
    The...

If there was one thing I was freaked out por mais than heights, I would have to say it would be phone conversations. And my uncle comes a close third.
    Tina called me while I had been doodling in my notebook for an hour, and in some sense I was relieved to find that she called to break my boredom. Sadly, I talked simpler face-to-face compared to phone conversations, so talking with Tina didn’t come out as smoothly as I thought it would. Apparently she was just as freaked out about talking over the phone as I was, which she openly admitted.
    After...

I woke up, expecting to find Nikolai in bat form, waiting for me like he had the dia before. Instead, I was greeted with something far more…nauseating.
    My room had been, basically, your average modern room, only with the slight vampire twist added; black and white, and definitely cozy, besides the fact of the black drapes. Now everything was changed, and it made me whole-heartedly want to vomit.
    The windows had been a simple, clear-cut glass that was shiny and obviously see-through, just the same as any window would look like. Now the glass was...

We were standing por the gates, which had been flung open and barely hanging on. The hinges were loose and the bars were forced open, marks of human hands causing dents in the steel. Nikolai was skimming his fingers over the metal calmly, while I started to investigate around the yard. I had no clue what had came in---or came out---our yard, but I was certain it was not human. Nikolai must have been clear about that too when he leaned past one of the grates, curling a finger at me to follow him. I did.
    He was standing behind the left gate, holding it open so that I could...

It was a dark afternoon, and the sky was covered with gray and purple clouds. Rain was pouring down, and I made sure my capuz, capa was tucked around my head again before pausing to view the school.
    It was crawling with the same emotion that the dia was showing; gloomy, depressing, and filled with hatred. The brick was gray and formed into how a castelo would be shaped, and the gate was creaking even though the breeze that was coming por wasn’t that strong. A dragon curved along the topo, início of the bars of the gate glared with Frozen - Uma Aventura Congelante eyes, trying to intimidate me. The only thing...

My stepdad had a softball game yesterday. I forgot, so I totally didn't get changed to go to the game or anything. He wasn't upset or anything, which was kinda good, since he isn't playing anymore, just controlling the player board or whatever you call it.

ANYway, so I forgot. When my mom came home, she asked me why I forgot.

"Well, I mean, it's Monday, and Scott normally doesn't have a game on Mondays."

She looked at me in that strange way that makes me feel like I was born with some other mother or something. "What do you mean it's Monday?"

"Just what I said---it's Monday. Scott doesn't have...

The last time I was here, I was released as quickly as I entered.
    But now I knew the predicament I was in, and I didn’t appreciate where this was going. I let the guard shove me into the cell, but that was the least of my worries; it was the TV that was hanging dimly across the room, blinking with vivid lights, that caught my attention. Even the catch of the gray stone that littered underneath my feet caused me no alarm, or the chains that were clasped on my wrists. It was just my breath that mingled in with my streaming mind, echoing with strong vibrations as the electronic...