Crispin
She wasn’t what I was expecting. She was younger for one thing. Only a little younger than I had been when I died and she was pretty.
Really really pretty. In her ballgown she looked like some damsel in distress. In first glance anyway. One look into her eyes and that fantasy evaporated.
There was a fire in her. Which was good because I wasn’t a hero. I couldn’t save her and I sure as hell wouldn’t help her pet vampires.
What I could do was help her save herself.
“I’m not dead.” She said stiffly as she began to wander around. Her hands reaching out to touch the most random things.
“Everything is real Aspen.” I hurried after her. Floating and not quite touching the floor.
“Maybe.” She stopped so suddenly that I walked straight through her.
It felt wrong and I knew she fe
