"What the hell are you doing in my head?" I asked the vampire that I could only assume was Simon based off the air of authority he had. He had popped us into a white filled space with rolling white fog swirling at my feet.
"Well you blocked me out of your sweet little girl's mind so I figured I'd give you a try and it worked!" Simon said with a sickly sweet tone. He was tall and skinny like an emaciated popsicle stick. His hair was an oily black color and he slicked it back like a stereotypical douche bag. His eyes were sunken and had dark circles around them like he hadn't slept in 300 years - he probably hadn't - but they were a peculiar greenish color. They almost reminded me of Everett's eyes.
"The fact that you kept getting in a three year old's mind is sick. What the hell is wrong
