New Year's Day

A warm ray of sunlight heating up my face, forced me to stir awake at exactly eight o'clock the next morning. Annoyed, I turned to face the wall, pushing the sheets over my head. But the events that had taken place last night had me kicking my legs hurriedly, the sheets falling off my body, on the floor. Sitting up to rest my back on the headboard, I shut my eyes as it all came crashing back. The most horrifying evening of my entire existence. The fifteen dollar bid. Riding home with the vampire king, and agreeing to a duel with him. I glanced around, frowning at the brown, dull-coloured walls of the strange room I was in. The bed sheets were brown as well.

I didn't remember Ferrara bringing me in here last night. I knew I'd gotten dizzy at a point, but I couldn't figure out what happened next. Perhaps I'd fallen, and he'd carried me. What surprised me the most was that I slept peacefully — for the first time since my parents and pack members were killed. No dreams. No nightmares. No