Laura had rushed to bed at the departure of the vampire king. She'd feigned tiredness as an excuse to avoid having any conversation with the wolfman, while the coffin was moved to a more...isolated room.
The bright sunlight seeped through the balcony doors and to the large bed, illuminating her beautiful sleeping face.
Laura kicked and tossed in bed, groaning uncomfortably as she hugged one pillow. It reminded her of the nights she'd spent hugging her little boy to sleep. "Oh, Freddie." She whispered softly against the pillow. She's missed old Theresa's cooking. Even the crumbs served to the servants in the Hanson estate tasted better than the food the vampires prepared for her.
It was always bland, horrid even! The only food they often served rightly was raw vegetables! But Mildred h
