*Blair's Point of View*
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That girl is so adorable and, at the same time, so vulnerable. Pryce really made my day complete, and that party is so amazing.
It was fun and wild. Though I didn't drink anything alcoholic, I still enjoyed it. It's so funny to watch the girls go crazy dancing, laughing, drinking till they pass out, while some are fighting and some are making out in front of everybody.
I am finally home, and as I open the fridge, I noticed that Marge left a note for me. It states that she will take care of something, and she'll be home on Sunday night.
Then, I opened the compartment of the fridge that contains my blood bags. I've lost a lot of blood tonight, and I'm starting to get weak.
After drinking a liter of blood, I went to my bedroom to take a shower.
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I went to bed, and of course, I couldn't sleep. And, it's already two in the morning.
I wonder what Sander-witch thinks about me. I knew that she sensed me earlier, and I guess she knew something about me. Her aura is familiar, but I can't figure it out.
My eyes are still wide open, and it's now ten minutes after three in the morning. Fudge it! Why should my vampire self have to be awake and active?
Then, something popped up in my mind. I just have thought of a great idea; instead of guessing and wondering about that witch, why not give her a visit. Yeah, surprise, witch.
I just know that she knew that I am no ordinary girl, so maybe it's okay if I ask her if she knew something about this necklace hanging on my neck? I knew that witches are the ones who have spells and magic. And maybe she knows something about this one since Marge didn't say anything about witches to me.
I thought of the place, and of course, she is staying at my Pryce's house. And, I landed here at Sander's balcony.
I noticed that Pryce's asleep and Sander's awake, and the windows are closed. So, I have no other choice but to teleport again to get into her room.
The lights are off, and she's not on her bed, but I can hear her in the bathroom.
Well, I guess I need to wait.
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Ten minutes passed, and I could hear that she unlocked the door of the bathroom. And, I don't want to know what she did in that place.
I stood up from the bed, and I know that she already saw me or sensed me because these stupid eyes of mine are glowing in the dark and its bright red.
I can hear her heart's beating too fast. Well, who would not be shocked to see someone in their room uninvited with bright red glowing eyes?
So, I turned back to human mode to lessen the tension.
Then, she turned on the light, and I didn't know how she did that since the switch is near the main door. Yeah, what a witch!
"Blairie! What are you doing here? How did you get in? I thought you went home? What are.. your eyes are... what are you?" She asked me with wide eyes and with a nervous face.
"Umm, which question should I answer first?" I asked her because that's a lot of questions right there.
"Oh, sorry. Uh, what are you doing .. ha... How did you get in here?" She asked while stuttering.
"Well, what do you think?" I asked her.
"What do you mean?" She asked me back. And, fudge, we’re just answering each other's questions with questions.
"Hmm, I guess this question portion will not end, so I should ask you first. Where's your broom?" I uttered, and she showed me a puzzled face. What can I do? I need answers.
"Huh? What broom?" She asked again but in confusion.
"You know, the one that you ride on in the air?" I asked with hand gestures and acted like a witch riding with its broom. That's what I knew about witches. They also make potions in a big pot, I think it's not a pot, but for me, it is.
And, her face brightened, and she began to laugh. What's so funny?
"Hahaha... You mean, like.... hahaha... Harry Potter's?" She stated while laughing so hard. Like, come on, what's so funny with what I said?
"No, the one that was in Tom and Jerry. Which Witch." I replied, and again, she laughed at me.
What's wrong with her? Yeah, I had watched that one when I was little, and it’s so funny. And, they are witches.
She noticed my annoyed face, and she composed herself and coughed.
"Alright, I'm sorry. It's just that your knowledge about witches like us is so hilarious." She stated, and did I hear it right that 'us'?
"What do you mean witches like us? I am not a witch." I uttered, and now, I'm the one who is puzzled.
"Oh, are you sure that you're not?" She asked me knowingly.
"Yeah! 110 percent. And, what made you think that I am?" I answered confidently and asked her.
"Well, the Octavia's Crystal won't work on anybody unless you are a witch. The purpose of the crystal is to make you human so that other creatures won't recognize your aura," she explained, and she's wrong.
I'm not a freaking witch. Geez, when did witches start drinking blood?
"But I am not a witch," I stated firmly.
"Yes, you are," she insisted.
"Nope, I'm not," I said while crossing my arms on my chest.
"You are," she asserted while walking past me and sitting on the couch.
"I am not," I argued again.
But my mind starts to wander. I didn't know my parents. And, the problem is I am a freakin vampire.
"Come on, Blairie! You really are," she stated as she crossed her arms on her chest too.
"What made you think of it?" I asked her.
"Well, I said it already. Your necklace won't work if you're not a witch," she answered, and I just sighed, but I won't back down.
"But I am not. I think that you have no idea what I am." I uttered, and to prove that she's wrong, I turned myself back to a vampire.
I opened my eyes, and there she is staring at me with wide eyes.
"See? I am no witch. I am a vampire. Witches don't have red eyes and fangs. Look at you. Have you seen your face in the mirror?" I assured her as I emphasized my eyes and fangs.
"It is really you. You're a half-witch and half-vampire." She spoke, and again, I'm baffled.
What does she mean?