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seemed too human. Maybe some part of me had stayed human? Maybe that part could stay in control. Maybe I could see Luke after all, and make him forgive me. I held onto that thought and crossed my fingers, hoping and praying that all was not lost.
         Thankfully Daniel gave me the space I needed, and eventually I stopped moping and got dressed in some comfy boyfriend jeans, a pale blue t-shirt that made my eyes shine more than ever, and a soft, baby blue cashmere sweater. I found a brush on the dresser and combed out the minor tangles in my now beautifully shiny hair, tying it back loosely with the hair band which I always kept on my wrist, and which obviously had been overlooked at the undertakers, or morgue, or whatever it was called.
         I looked in the mirror and I appeared normal, well healthier than normal, but still me. I didn’t look like a monster, and if I didn’t think about the events of the past few hours, including me knocking back several mugs of warmed blood, I would never believe that anything had changed.
         After spending a couple of hours cooling off in the bedroom, I decided I’d better go down and face Daniel. After all, I had to live with the guy, until they’d trust me on my own.
         ‘Hi,’ I said entering the lounge. Daniel was sitting with his back to me, watching the news.
         ‘Any news of me, then?’ I quipped.
         ‘No, but this is national, we don’t get the local northwest news here. How are you feeling?’ he added.
         ‘Fine, I... erm... just get really angry bouts, and I feel like I’ve lost everything for just one stupid mistake. As for the club - yes, I was attracted to you, but I walked away. I stayed faithful to Luke. Eva said that as vampires, you could sway people to want you. So who’s to say you didn’t do that to me?’
         ‘I admit, I did try to glamour you, but as you said, you walked away. When I looked up into your eyes, I wanted you there and then. Nothing Eva could have said would have swayed me. It was inevitable, and yet you refused me.’
         In some ways the new information helped me, but in others it worried me. I couldn’t yet read him. Earlier, he’d obviously been flirting with me, but now he was being quiet and contained. He felt a connection with me which I didn’t feel ready to accept, or admit.
         A week and a half passed before I saw Eva again, and I spent those days in an uneasy company with Daniel. I found that when I looked into his eyes, my human feelings would weaken. In those brief moments, I felt attuned to him as if we were two halves of a whole. I realised as time passed that I could judge his mood, and sometimes I finished his sentences, his words springing into my mind before he spoke them. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but he seemed to feel the same, as he instinctively seemed to know when I was mulling over Luke and feeling resentful, and those times he stayed away and gave me space. He watched me with cautious eyes, and occasionally I saw bewilderment in them, as if he didn’t understand why I’d feel that way.
         Consequently, I avoided eye contact, avoided conversation. I spent my time watching television, and became obsessed with following my murder case on the internet news websites.
 
Eva had only been gone a couple of days, when I’d grown bored of daytime television, especially as they didn’t have reception for any channels other than BBC One to Channel Four. Having said that, it didn’t surprise me, seeing as the house was seemingly in the middle of nowhere and surrounded by mountains! I’d asked hopefully whether they had an internet connection, fully expecting the worst, but to my relief they had.
         Daniel led me to his room which was disappointingly boring. It had been painted in very modern and manly beiges and browns and he had a plain white duvet