Anne slept for three entire days as her body changed like a caterpillar in its cocoon. Not a vampyr, but not entirely human anymore either – I didn’t know what to call her, other than dear to my heart. I watched nearby as I read on Google and other various internet search engines, learning about the passage of time in my absence.
In the background, I played Irish TV, mainly a strange and addictive cop drama called Red Rock. I was perfecting the modern Irish lass in this show. I was bent not to give up my Celtic heritage, even if most people in the Americas spoke with a Yankee accent.
“You know, I find the modern changes in phrases of the Irish and the British to make more sense to me than the American equivalent.”
I looked over to my large housemate and Olaf smirked and shrugged at me.
