Kirsten saw Anna in the hall carrying that notebook again. She walked up beside her and yanked it out of her arms.
“Hey!”
“Why are you so crazy about vampires?”
Anna just glowered at her. “Give me back my notebook!”
Kirsten snorted and curled her lip into a snarl. “Maybe you are one!” she teased.
Anna could have growled, “I wish,” she thought.

Later that night Anna sat in her bedroom window seat staring out at the full moon. She held her favorite book to her chest. The one where the vampire charms a teenage love to his lair and she ends up immune to his ministrations. Due to the ancient wolf blood in her veins.

Anna wistfully imagined herself wandering in a graveyard searching for vampires. She imagined being “found” by a tall, blue-skinned gentleman and charming him with her wit so that they become fast friends. She wished to meet someone from the immortal world. There had to be more than this existence.

Her mom called her to the phone.
“Hello?”
“I think I saw Dracula in your driveway!”
Kirsten