Nov. 25th, 2012

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His eyes didn't glow tonight either, so she put the torch aside and sat down next to him, taking his hand with a sigh. "I hope you aren't being tortured by harpies. I hope you're not being tortured by anything.

"I miss you. I miss your advice. I...I could use some right now."

Amelia tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "I've been asked to sire. It's complicated, but he's...well, he's nice. And I'm sure he'll be useful. He'll be more useful than me, certainly. I just...I don't...He picked me because he thinks I'm nice, and I'm worried...I'm just worried. I'm scared.

"Oh, I wish you were here. If I could ask you for would help. A lot. But it's ok...I mean, I know you'd be awake if you could help it.

"Anyway, I just...thought you should know. So you're not alarmed when you wake up and are a grand-sire.

"I hope you like him.

"I hope he likes you. I mean, I don't know how he could not, but I know these things happen. But I hope not. I mean, I hope he does.

"And I hope you're not mad at me for doing this. I know I'm a disappointment to you a lot of the time. I'm sorry for that."

She bent and put her cheek against his hand, whispering "Please come back soon."

And that's how she stayed for the rest of the night.


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