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don’t age. Perfect!’ she said grinning. ‘Also, it doesn’t have to be as Daniel suggests, as I rarely need to put the human into a trance. There are some humans I know who understand what we are and worship us. They are an easy feed, if you can put up with their simpering adoration.’
         ‘Daniel, I’ve done this babysitting thing before, and you seem to have picked a reasonably intelligent human. If you think you can stop her running off to kill her family and friends for a bit on your own, I’ll pop into town and pick up some supplies, and I need to see Sebastian.’ Daniel nodded at her and she sauntered off, lithe and cat-like, without a backward glance, leaving me staring after her, speechless.
         I looked from her retreating figure back to Daniel. He was watching me quietly, yet I could tell he was also alert, ready to act if I decided to make a run for it. But what was the point? If I wasn’t dreaming and if this was all true, then I had to believe them. I couldn’t risk killing Luke if I got near him, or any other human for that matter. I didn’t want to be a killer. No, I had to work on getting Daniel to teach me how to control this blood-lust they spoke of. I had to control it before I changed beyond recognition.
         ‘Let’s go back in. Are there any other clothes I could wear?’ I asked.
         He seemed to relax a little and followed me back to the house.
         ‘You’ll have to borrow some of Eva’s until she gets back, but they should fit,’ he answered.
         He led me to a different bedroom, which had the feel of an expensive hotel. The walls were a pale shade of cream and the bed was huge, high and covered in luxurious faux fur throws and suede cushions. There was a lovely, soft, deep pile rug on the floor and a couple of expensive-looking abstract prints on the walls. Eva obviously liked tactile fabrics and had good taste. I hoped the same was true of her wardrobe, as I remembered with some trepidation the tight cat suit she had on in the club. However, on opening the doors I found a neat, well-organised space with about eight different pairs of jeans hanging neatly and a shelf of simple t-shirts and soft jumpers.
         ‘I think she keeps her undergarments in there,’ Daniel said smiling.
         ‘Oh! Yeah, right. Thanks.’ I’d completely forgotten that all I had on was satin pyjamas, and felt a blush rising to my cheeks as I strode over to the drawers, where I found some normal-looking cotton bikinis and a matching vest top. Unfortunately for me, the bras were all too large for my rather petite chest.
         ‘Are you going to stand there and watch?’ I asked.
         ‘Yes please. Though I could get hands on and give you some help removing the pyjamas if you like?’ he added with a twinkle in his eye.
         ‘No, I don’t think so. I was being sarcastic.’
         ‘It’s not as if I haven’t seen you naked before, Jessica. We had a lovely time washing and dressing you. We have a connection. Your soul called out to me when you were dying. I came to find you, we’re meant to be together.’ He seemed sincere, but it came across as sleazy.
         ‘No thanks. You saw me when I was drunk and I made the biggest mistake of my life going down that alley, which I’m paying for by losing the love of my life. My soul was calling out to Luke,’ I said, suddenly remembering the vision of Luke coming towards me, hands outstretched as I bled to death. ‘I don’t want to ever think of that night again. Get out!’ I shouted.
         I was really developing a temper. I stalked over to the door, pushed him the last inch through it and slammed it in his shocked face, retreating to sit on the edge of the bed, tears slowly sliding down my cheeks. I wondered at that. I didn’t think I’d be able to cry, or blush for that matter. It