The Vampyre looks exactly like the one that killed my mom, the one I killed. No! No! This can’t be, I’m seeing things. I’m just being paranoid because of the house.
The Vampyre looks at me and c***s its head to the side then grins amusingly. “Maisie, we meet again”. No, no, this isn’t real. “ And my, my, how much you’ve grown”. He looks me up and down and licks his lips. “I wonder if you taste as good as you look”.
“You’re supposed to be dead”, I murmur. “I killed you, I watched how you turned to dust”.
Astor looks at me and understanding flickers in his eyes.
“Does it bother you that I came back, my dear Maisie?”.
“I’m not your dear”, I snap. “How is this possible? How are you still alive? YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!!”.
“Easy there Maisie, losing your temper isn’t going to help”, As
