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    Daniel Fernus was a troubled young man, never knowing the love of a father or mother had messed with his head. As he sat in the tree he looked down at the girl in the floral dress and felt his heart miss a beat. She was definetly a great substitute for hunting animals. He could smell her blood miles away and the smell still lingered even though she was already miles away. If only the treaty wasn’t in place he would be feasting. He jumped over to the next tree and stared at the blue sky peeking out beyond the tree branches. “Maybe just maybe he should get more acquainted with the shop keeper’s new guest,” he thought to himself.
     
     A voice behind him called out in distress “Daniel! Daniel!” Daniel rushed down to the side of the tree and disappeared.

     

     
    It feels so much like falling
     
    Separated from the fear
     
    Aware of a destination far away from here
     
    Far away from here
     
    Flyleaf – Much like falling

Chapter 5
     
    Attack
     
    I loved working in the shop and dealing with customers. Even the difficult ones brought with them a sense of satisfaction. Oscar had taught me how to do the books and Martha had taught me how to cook ravioli and how to mix together a wonderful crème brule .
     
    My days spent with the Williams family, was both wonderful and surreal. Little did I know that my peaceful existence would soon change.
     
    It was a Monday morning, the weather was colder than usual and I opened the shop a little bit earlier, round about 7 am. As I opened the door I could feel a rush of cold air blow over my cheeks. No doubt today would be a quiet day. The community hated bad weather and it was always bad for business.
     
    I settled behind the counter with a book called Vanity Fair. It was written by some guy William Thackeray. He seemed ancient to me but Martha had given it to me as a gift and honestly since I read the opening scene, I could hardly put the book down. Every page was enticing me. Becky Sharpe reminded me a bit of myself, beside the fact that she attended a pretty nice school and had loads of people who believed in her.
     
     A sound alerted me and I looked up from by book and spotted a 1920 Ace driving up the driveway. Probably just another guest of Pablo the guy who ran the next door Deli I thought. I settled back in with my book and turned the page.
     
    “You know what they say about bookworms” a strong male voice said leaning over the counter.
     
    I jumped up instinctively. My hands buckled and the book fell out of my hands and onto the floor. I immediately tried to pick it up by bending down to the floor. The strange guy, who was obviously driving the ridiciouless Ace outside, joined me in my effort to try and pick up the book. I caught myself looking up at him and staring at him, there was something familiar about him, but I couldn’t place his face. His eyes were glimmering like gold and I could see small green pieces inside of his inner eye. It was the strangest thing I had ever seen. I remembered how I had read about eye mutations while I was attending MissMadisonSchool. That was once when she had to pretend for the state department that the servant kids go to school with rich kids.
     
    He probably had some sort of problem with his eyes, I thought. I tried to stop myself from staring.
     
    “I, uhm, I’m sorry if I startled you,” he said flipping his brown hair away from his eyes and his hands strategically tucked into his jean pockets.
     
     I could feel him gazing at me.  His gaze made me uncomfortable and I tried to look away to avoid his eyes. “What was wrong with me?” I thought, he was just another customer. I tried to compose myself and swallowed hard.
     
    He lifted his shoulders and took out a hand to greet me “Hey, I’m