Chapter VIII
WHEN I WOKE UP, sunshine inundated the room. Not a common occurrence in the Netherlands. I considered it a good omen, as I always did with anything good that happened in the morning. I took a moment to catalogue my ails. Pounding headache, soreness in every body part I could feel. I inhaled and tried to stand, hoping a shower might help. I looked down at my ripped and stained clothes and winced. Blood stains. From vampire bites. My stomach twisted, the taste of bile flooding my mouth as I took them off. I threw all items of clothing in the garbage bin under the sink and turned the hot water on. I scrubbed myself raw, trying to get the stench of the past night off me, but no amount of soap accomplished that. There were bite marks and bruises everywhere, and nothing could wash
