“ Smiles were rare in this house. Smiles had to be bought and paid for. ”
Soon he would be able to touch her, to feel the warmth of her blood. When the time came, nothing would stop him.
~ Caroline Mitchell
The best way of keeping a low profile was to immerse himself in the mundane. Act like them, talk like them. A smile, a joke was all it took - at least during the day. The night was his own.
Their attention was focused on the strange kid who wore black eyeliner and dressed as if every day was a funeral.
I knew we were not alone, but there was something in the air, something good and pure that reassured me. It’s a beautiful energy, and has been with me ever since.
