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d moving and Ester knew that. But after leaving New Orleans, I couldn't care less how many more times we moved and from or to

Rodger who's behind the wheel only stopping

t of us. For what it's worth, it's welcoming. When Charlie had told us nights ago that we'd be moving to Fox, I'd abruptly said no. He'd said that this was natur

guish between the cries of the different species of birds. The place seems isolated and surrounded with trees but I could hear the very tender hea

n the truck side, her arm

d, looking up to the house too "I li

hat I was expecting" I ret

d for a couple of years and Annette hasn't only proven to be a par

"don't think about it, okay

his one hand. He flings it over his shoulder bef

g around" he said. Annette hits him playfully on the ch

ew my way from the back. Seth was my other brother, the youngest among us all.

s always the energetic one, always full of the spirits. "There's this club out

ed "quote that 'human girls' Seth. And you better kee

ts?"He asks arms spr

or as I approached him. He erupted in a fit of laught

on the porch roof to Wayne and Annette, who watched in awe. This is all so wrong. When Ester turned and h

ver get used to this, any

.

along the night local streets. The sounds, the voices, the people. They all seem so h

behind. The town was dark but the sight of it was beautiful, from the bright street lights standing along the terraces

e other side of the open space where more darker corners and alleys were in view. I must admit the city was captivating and there was just something spectacular about the people here. Something about

ll around the continent. Of course, no vampire's senses are always complete. We keep learning and asides the natural ab

shops, glancing at the fountain seated and springing water in the middle of the square, I watch

village was one to behold and savor. The people dressed so elegantly, walking and talking festively around the place, the bright porch lights giving the place a bright and dim touch, the fountain, the stalls

get out of myself tonight, feel free, feel impossible. The slow and fast beating of

of the square is a lot quieter. Just then, my mind zoomed in on the conversation t

e protests and I'm forced to look up,