Eight

CHLOE

The drive to school was quiet. Damien didn’t ask what was wrong or why I wasn’t resting as much as I should have; instead, he remained silent, clearly not wanting to bother me or intrude on my personal space. I felt bad for keeping things from him. I knew he worried about me right from when I was growing up.

I wasn’t allowed to do things that kids my age did. I wasn’t allowed to leave the house; I had to stay close by so they could keep an eye on me. I thought they were protecting me at first because of what had happened in the past, but even now they kept their eyes on me as if I were still a child; I was twenty-one years old but was still treated as if I were an eight-year-old child.

It made me suspicious. I began questioning their every move regarding my decisions, and each time I asked both of them, they always gave me the same answer, as if it were scripted.

“The world isn’t as peaceful as it once was. We have no idea when the vampire king will strike again. We only have yo