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Weeks turned into a month. A month which had been spent catching up to the fast-paced world. Fast being the operative word. Especially now, as Anne rolled all around me. Loud modern music was blaring, and hundreds of people were packed onto the slick wooden floor roller skating. While this was hardly fast by vampyr standards, I could certainly appreciate the leisurely pace on the innovative wheeled contraptions.
“Come on, Mavis! You can go faster than this!”
Anne teased me, and I smiled a sinister smirk at her. She was the first person I met as I literally broke my way free of my coffin. A coffin I’d been confined in for two hundred years. As an early-twenties, Anne seemed compelled to take responsibility for my modernization. That, and she was more than willing to take responsibi
