Authors note: The Bold/Italics are text messages

    That is just weird, I thought to myself. Then I remembered something, “Well, ever since I was nine years old I would have these dreams that would come true.” I paused for a seconde to collect my thoughts. Then I continued, “ Maybe this is just an evolved version of that.”
Spike had this expression on his face, it looked like a mixture between thinking and proud. I don't know why he would be proud but then again, everybody is different.
    After a few minutes of just sitting there in silence, I asked another question that has been on my mind. “Will I be able to go home?”
Spike closed the l’espace that had been between us and said, “Of course toi can. But there are a few things that we need to discuss first.” All I did was nod my head. And he went ahead and continued. “Ok, first off, if toi stay at accueil without Liz ou me, toi need to keep some bottles of blood with you. Second, always keep your fangs hidden. Third, toi will be paler than toi usually are, so if anybody asks, its a new look. And last but not least if toi feel your vision starting to fade, close your eyes and sit down. We don't want anybody seeing your eyes going completely white, do we. I think that is it.”
    The funny thing is, normally with that amount of information, I would either have to have it repeated ou write it down. Now, I don't have that problem. It is like my brain just absorbed it and put it away so I can always remember. I find it kind of cool, no plus short term memory loss.
    As I was rerunning what Spike had just told me my phone vibrated. When I looked at the screen I saw that it was a text message from my mom. Flipping open my phone to reveal the key board it read: Where are you? I sighed then typed in: I am at a Friends house. I will be accueil later today. Right as I was about to shut my phone, it vibrated again. Ok sweetie, l’amour you. l’amour toi too. I typed back and then shut my phone and put it in my pocket.
    “Who was that?” asked Spike. He was sitting on the bed.
    “It was my mom. She was wanting to know where I was. I told her I would be accueil later today.” I stopped and looked at him, “Do toi want to come stay with me for a few days?” I almost regretted saying but then he nodded his head yes. I let out a mental sigh.
    Spike got up and walked to the closet. He pulled out two duffel bags. In the first bag he put clothes. I looked at all the clothes that he packed and I notice a bunch of tripp pants and band t shirts.
Then in the seconde bag, he opened it and revealed a glacière type box. It was apparently made to look like a duffel bag so hopefully nobody would go snooping through it. When I started to pay attention I noticed he typed in a pin code and then the glacière opened and there where bottles of blood inside. He closed it again and zipped it back up.
    Then it hit me, that was a lot of stuff for just a few days. “Umm...” I stopped because I didn't want to sound stupid, but decided I needed to know. “Why are we taking so much?”
    He smiled at me. “Because your young. toi will need to feed a lot.”
    I just nodded my head.