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we p-pull over? I need some air,” she stuttered. Her father immediately veered off to the right and stopped the car.
    “Stay in here. I’ll be fine.” She didn’t need to have her parents asking if she was crazy when she looked to be talking to herself. Jerkily unbuckling herself, she flung open the door and took in deep breaths of air once she was out of the car.
    “Are you unwell, my little one?”
    She jumped and looked up from her crouched position to see him gazing at her, crouched down as well.
    “W-What did you mean, ‘d-dinner’?” she asked reluctantly. He looked at her for a moment before his eyes narrowed.
    “It seems time has not changed human’s perception of me. To all, including you, I am nothing but a monster.” His voice was bitter and angry, but somehow Wendy knew it was not directed toward her. He looked back at her. “Yes, I feed off humans, such as yourself. But it’s how I live, My Beloved. I never kill from feeding, because how can I drink my fill that much? I cannot do so just as much as you cannot drink a trough’s worth of water. Now can you please stop looking at me like I’m a part of your greatest nightmare?” His plea tugged at her heartstrings and she inwardly cursed her good nature.
    “Have you killed before?” She had to ask and without hesitation he answered.
    “Yes. Do you fear me?” he asked in return.
    “Yes.”
    Her answer hurt him, but he didn’t let it show. Determination flashed in his eyes, making her grow wary. He stood up and her eyes followed his every movement. Part of her reasoned it was so in case he wanted to strike, she could be ready. But another part knew it was because she was so captivated by his fluid movements.
    “Well, then I suppose I will have to change your viewpoint of me. I bid you a good day, little one.”
    She blinked and he was gone, making her confused as disappointment flooded through her. Her conflicting emotions were giving her a headache. With a deep breath, she staggered back to the car and silently buckled herself back in.
    “What’s wrong? Should I call the doctor? I’m going to call the doctor.” Debbie went to grab her cell from her purse before Wendy protested.
    “No, mom, I feel better. Just got a little car sick, that’s all.” It amazed her how easy lying was coming to her now, and with startling findings, she realized that this was one of the first times she’s ever lied to her parents and it made her feel sick all over again. Not wanting to have her mother call the doctor because she asked her dad to pull over again, she suffered in silence.
    Her fingers played with the necklace she couldn’t force herself to hate. No matter the reason she has it, her heart wouldn’t let her despise the beautiful piece of jewelry. He was right, it did call to her. Even though he said only he could open it, she tried the entire way to the hospital anyway. For the next twenty minutes Wendy was lost in her thoughts, trying to make sense of what was going on in her life. Was this real? So far she has only seen this man once in real life and he was very much dead. A shudder rippled through her at the thought of the body. No, it can’t be real… but it seemed real.
    ‘Maybe I should consider seeing a shrink,’ she thought to herself. She looked down at the necklace and again tried to take the thing off even though her mind was begging her not to. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get it off. ‘How do you explain that one?’ that pesky voice asked with a sneer.
    “We’re here, honey. Are you sure you’re okay? I’ve tried to get your attention for the last five minutes,” Debbie asked with a frown. Wendy got out of the car and gestured to her necklace.
    “Was just trying to take it off so I can get a better look at it, but can’t seem to take it off. Can you help me?” she asked her mother sweetly.
    ‘Do not let her take it off, Little One! She will be badly hurt if you do!’ Vincent’s voice rang through