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saw.” I told her
softly. Connie looked at me, strangely, and then shook her head, as
if I hadn't made any sense. “He wasn't the one who visited
you.”
    “What do you mean? That's impossible. I know
it was him, he looked just like you described him.” Connie
insisted.
    “Are you sure? I mean, lots of guys look
alike.” I sighed. She shook her head, positive that he was who she
saw. An overpowering feeling of dread washed over me, because I had
never seen her so sure, and Julian almost begged for me to believe
that it wasn't him, and if this was the case, then who was he, and
was Connie in danger?”
    I closed the journal, set it down on the
coffee table, and then got up and took a cup of tea from the
microwave. The small photo album, which I had kept out of the box,
lay on the kitchen counter and it took me only a moment to reach
over and open it to which ever picture it happen to go to. It
turned out to be the picture of the ocean from the wooden deck
where we had met for the second time.
    I walked over to the couch looking at this
picture, and then placed it down in the table, picked up the
journal once again, and settled in to the sprawling letters before
me.
    That night I lay half asleep in my bed,
staring at the wall. I couldn't think of anything else, except
Connie, who slept in the room next to mine, and her unexpected
visitor. In Laura's room, which was adjacent to mine, I could hear
the sounds of the wilderness music that she slept with, but in
Beth's room, diagonal to mine, there wasn't a peep. Finally
frustrated with the whole concept of sleeping, I threw the covers
from me and got up.
    I rubbed my eyes and sighed, then got up and
walked down to the kitchen, thinking about Julian's words, about
how he knew where I lived, and how he watched me sleep. How could I
have been so gullible? Julian wasn't coming and he hadn't ever been
here, he wasn't a vampire, and wasn't just going to pop into my
house. He was probably just a figment of my imagination, well mine,
and Connie's, although he was a gorgeous one.
    I shook my head and decided that maybe what I
needed was a glass of warm milk, which was said to help you sleep
at night, so I trotted over to the refrigerator, flipping on the
lights as I went by, and poured myself a glass of milk. After
drinking the milk, warmed in the microwave, rinsing out the cup,
and turning to shut off the lights, I noticed the person sitting on
my couch.
    I thought of screaming, which would have
woken up the other three girls in the house, but as the now all too
familiar feelings came to me, I realized who it was. Slowly, I
walked over and stood in front of him.
    “You weren't kidding.’ I said softly. I
watched his eyes glow red, and then fade to a light pink color,
before returning to the green ones that I had grown accustom to
seeing.
    “I never kid.’ He replied. I flipped on the
light beside me, and looked at him, again. His green eyes showed
signs of sleepiness, but his face was how it had been every time I
had seen him, content. “I told you, I watch you sleep. I followed
you home that first time I saw you. You made me nuts.”
    “Why?’ I asked him, laughing. He smiled, and
shook his head.
    “You knew what I was, yet you were so
unafraid. You looked at me as if you could see right through me,
into my soul, into my past, yet you kept looking, as if I intrigued
you just as you did me.” He replied. I nodded, that was exactly it.
He “intrigued” me, tremendously. He leaned forward on the couch.
“Can I tell you my life? Can I trust you with it?” He asked me. I
looked at him, taken back by his words, and then I shrugged.
    “I'm a writer, if it's good I might use it in
a book. I can't promise anything.” I replied to him honestly. He
nodded. “I might tell Beth about you, though I'm not sure she would
understand that I have a vampire for a friend.”
    “You never know what your friends will
believe.” He smiled. I sat on the chair across from him and watched
him