She's different
The Night and the FaeSana scowled at the book in her hands. She’d scanned its pages for anything that could tell her what Dahyun was. There was nothing. At least, nothing interesting. The other covens told tales of elusive individuals with strange scents and gentle beauty, but she knew all that already.
She fought the urge to throw the book across the room. Not one of the diaries, letters, or archives could tell her anything specific. There weren’t any accounts of fighting, not even when a vampire fed on one of them. They just disappeared. And there was something on weirdly coloured objects, but that could have been anything. Maybe they were like dragons and hoarded treasure. She had nothing to go off of.
“Can we go?” Nayeon got up, leaving her own book open on the table. Jeongyeon wouldn’t like that.
“Yes.” Sana stuffed the book in the nearest shelf. Jeongyeon really wouldn’t like that. “Find anything?”
“Nothing.”
She shrugged. “At least that says something about her.” Would she disappear as well if threatened? Or was this going to be the start of something new?
Nayeon shook her head. “But why would she be here? If you spend your time avoiding people, why come to a high-school?”
They went into the living room, heading towards the kitchen. All of them lived together in a house just large enough for them. They had to share rooms and really squeeze in if they were in the mood for a movie night (which was often), but it was home. Modern building standards didn’t let them spread out like they had in other countries, but they’d done their best with what they could do.
“Then she’s different.” Sana dug around in the fridge. She drew out two blood bags, tossing one in Nayeon’s direction.
“How can you tell?” The other girl’s eyes glowed a soft blue as she drank. Sana knew her own were purple. This was a good batch.
She couldn’t stop the smile. “She’s easy to read.” Even if she wasn’t responsive to most people, her expressions gave everything away. Boredom, interest, nervousness—it was like Sana could read her emotions. She liked it.
“Talking about the new girl?” Chaeyoung bounded over. “Is she next?”
Sana shook her head. A part of her wondered if that was a lie.
“Good, for all we know, you could be flirting with the enemy.” Laughter followed.
“Speaking of,” Jeongyeon gave her a meaningful look, “Joo-Hwan thinks you broke up with him for Irene.”
“Can’t say I blame him.” Her smile grew.
Nayeon’s eyebrows shot up. “No.”
“Yes.”
“For someone so old, you have no patience.” Chaeyoung laughed.
At that moment, Mina entered the kitchen. Her brow was furrowed and the tension in her shoulders was clear.
“Hungry?” They all asked. It wasn’t just that, they knew it.
The girl smiled softly. “Starving.”
Chaeyoung was the first to reach the fridge, while Nayeon wrapped her arms around her shoulders. Mina leant into the hug. Pretty soon, she was sandwiched between two people when Chaeyoung came with the blood bag. The shortest of them pressed her lips lightly to Mina's temple. Both smiled the same sweet smile. Sana felt a light pang in her chest at the sight.
“Can I stay in tomorrow?”
She was met with a chorus of voices telling her, “Of course!”.
Then the conversation, thankfully, went to something other than Sana’s relationship habits.
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When Momo got back to the house, she heard the soft sounds of the TV. If they could avoid it, the thing was always on a lower volume. Especia
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