Kamaria woke up in a different room. The crowd of vampires and the blue lights had vanished.
“Oh my gosh!” she exclaimed. “It was just a dream!”
But then she rubbed her eyes and looked around. She was laying a red sofa in a cramped, dimly lit room. She looked above her and saw a small black chandelier hanging from the ceiling. There were no windows in the room either, which made her feel slightly claustrophobic for a moment. This was definitely not her room.
Kamaria turned her head and saw a girl sitting in a black chair in the corner with a book in her hand. She had short, spiky, bright green hair.
“Good evening.”
“Don’t I know you?” Kamaria asked.
“I believe we have met, yes.”
“Melanie, right?” The girl nodded.
“What are you doing here?”
“What are you doing here?”
Kamaria sat up and recollected her thoughts. Slowly her memory returned . The boom, the motorcycle, the cave, her father…
“My father!”
She leaped off the sofa, but Melanie forced her sit back down.
“Just calm down,” she said. “I’ll explain.”