Nevaeh

It hurt my feelings that Mary thought I was willing to betray her by letting Nikolai feed off of me. I knew how she felt about Nikolai before she even realized she had feelings for him. Did Mary really think I would stoop that low, that my morals were that loose? How could she call me her best friend, but not even know me. I couldn’t tell if I was more angry with her, or upset that she thought so lowly of me.

And she knew how terrified of Nikolai I was. I had warmed up to him, because of how kind he was to Mary, but I still wouldn’t call us friends. The only time we ever talk is when he’s asking about Mary, otherwise I try to stay out of his way. And then there was the fact that I was hopelessly in love with his best friend.

If my mother ever found out that i was in love with a vampire, I’m sure she would raise from her grave and haunt me until I came to my senses. Sometimes I still found it hard to believe that I had fallen for him. Most people in my village would call it Stockholm