What Am I

Sure, he'd been alive a long time and seemed to know everything about the supernatural, but perhaps I should've talked to Abernathy, the dragon, instead.

Professor Pops took his reading glasses from his sweater pocket and put them on the end of his nose.

He began going over some papers on his desk.

The longer I sat, the worse I felt.

And I wasn't sure I had a reason.

I never once saw Pops be anything but kind and beyond helpful.

Sure he was a human turned Hunter, turned kind of human again -

No, that was wrong. He was and always would be a vampire.

Nothing could change that fact.

Plus, I didn't think he wanted to change. I shifted in my seat.

Pops looked at me over the top of his glasses. "Cindy? You said you needed to talk to me. Was that true, or are you hiding from someone?"

I snorted and cleared my throat. "Have you heard of a land called Polonias?" I blurted.

He pulled off his glasses and set them on the desk, then clasped his hands together. "Perhaps. Where is this Polon