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job. Anyway, it’s been interesting , but… I
really need to wake up, so,” I turned towards the edge of the loft.
“I’m waking up.”
    “Emily!” hollered Martin.
    Ignoring him, I stepped off the ledge and
dropped, expecting to wake up in my warm bed.
    Instead I landed with a loud thud.
    The pain was excruciating at first. And
then, there was nothing.
    Martin flew down from the loft and kneeled
next to me. He touched my arm, but I couldn’t feel anything.
    “Oh, Emily,” he sighed.
    I tried to speak, but couldn’t.
    “Is she alive?” asked Celeste, staring down
at me.
    Yes, I am!
    “She’s blinking,” said Martin, his eyes
softening.
    “Look at the way she landed. She probably
shattered every bone in her body,” said Celeste.
    I didn’t hear his answer because everything
went black.

Chapter Six
     
     
    I opened my eyes and heaved a huge sigh of
relief.
    “Thank God,” I said, sitting up in bed. I
chuckled and stood up. “No more peanut butter before bed. Never
again.”
    Hell, the thought of peanut butter almost
made me nauseous.
    My cell phone rang.
    I walked over to my dresser and picked it
up.
    My dad.
    “Hi, dad.”
    “Where in the hell have you been?” he
growled.
    “In bed, sleeping?” I
replied, rolling my eyes. I looked at my alarm clock and it was
only nine-thirty in the morning. “I guess I slept in a little.”
    “Don’t be a smartass,” he said. “Your mother
and I have been worried sick about you. Jesus, we almost took a
trip back out there to make sure you were okay. But we promised to
give you your space and… oh, hell, maybe this apartment was a
mistake.”
    “What are you talking about?” I asked.
    “Have you checked your phone lately?”
    “No, I just woke up. I had a late
night.”
    “I guess. Look, we’ve left you several
messages the last couple of days and heard nothing from you. Your
poor mother has been on the brink of a nervous breakdown not
hearing back from you.”
    “Last couple of days?” I asked,
confused.
    “Yeah, it’s Saturday.”
    I paused. Did he just really say
Saturday ?
    “Emily.”
    “Uh, yeah”
    “Are you okay?” he asked. “You aren’t doing
drugs now, are you?”
    “No!” I protested.
    “Your mother wants to talk to you.”
    She got on the phone. “What’s going on,
Emily?”
    “Uh, nothing. I’m fine,” I lied.
    “Do you want us to come and get you?”
    “No,” I said, rubbing the bridge of my nose.
“Mom, I’m fine. Look, I have to go to the bathroom. I’ll call you
guys back in an hour or so.”
    “Okay, honey. Are you sure you’re okay?”
    No.
    Was it really Saturday?
    Am I still dreaming?
    “Yes, I’m fine.”
    “Okay. Call us back as soon as you can,
dear.”
    “I will.”
    “I love you, honey.”
    “I love you, too, mom.”
    We hung up and I looked at my phone. Sure
enough, it showed Saturday and several missed calls.
    Dazed, I shuffled to the bathroom and turned
on the light.
    “What the hell?” I whispered, staring at my
pale face.
    Scratch that, it wasn’t just pale, it was
ghostly white.
    I leaned closer and studied my emerald eyes,
which seemed unusually bright.
    “Okay, I’m still dreaming,” I said out
loud.
    I touched my cheek and it was cool.
    “Okay, wake up,” I said, pinching my cheeks,
hard. “Come on.”
    I winced. Okay, I’m not sleeping.
    Was I
sick ? That made sense. It would explain a
lot and I had to admit, my throat was a little scratchy.
    I opened my mouth to check my tongue and
screamed out loud.
    Fangs!?
    “Oh, my God,” I gasped, touching them. The
tips were sharp. Sharp enough to sink into someone’s throat. To
drink their blood.
    My stomach growled hungrily.
    Horrified, I slid down to my knees and began
to cry.
     
    The End
     

 
     
     
    Blur
    (Night Roamers)
     
    Book One
     
     
     
    By Kristen Middleton

 
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