I wished all the time that I’d have said something to him before all this. My heart clenched painfully at the memory of him, his soft smile, and kind words. I was kicking myself for taking off without searching for it in Marsha’s room. Not that I hadn’t read the whole thing back and forth, but it didn’t compare to the real thing. Too bad I didn’t have that book, A Guide for the Newly Converted. Might as well put a glowing sign up saying, Come, kill me!
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I wouldn’t know how to wipe their memory, and then I’d have victims claiming there’s a monster in their midst. Besides, I didn’t exactly stay around for vampire orientation. They barely had enough nutrition for live themselves, they didn’t need me adding to their issues. I could feel my stomach trying to eat itself from my lack of feeding, but I refused to use one of the humans in the Glade. My father left food for me, but while Patrick had told me human food would help with the cravings, they didn’t completely stop them. My throat swallowed thickly, my hunger reminding me I hadn’t eaten in the days I’d been there. Being tied down to the cold slab of concrete, Patrick hovering over me, the taste of his blood in my mouth. My mind reeled, reliving every moment of my conversion. Most days, I sat in the corner of the room, staring at nothing. I’d rather smell the woods up against the back of the one-room, one-bathroom house in any case. It didn’t eliminate the smell, but it dulled it a bit. I was lucky the house my father hid me in was farther away from the fields and closer to the edge of Alban. I’d have preferred the wretched coal smell. The moment we crossed out of Middleton into the Glade, my nose burned from it. Who knew the fields I’d loved to play in and used to work in as a teen now stunk of manure and rotting vegetables. It took all my effort just to tune it out. What used to be the background noise of sheep baying and cows mooing was now blaring in my ears. The sun was brighter, almost blindingly so. It was funny because it hadn’t been more than a year since I’d been here.
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