Chapter FourTime is meaningless in the day sleep, vampires call it that to try their best to remain normal, acceptable to the outside world. It's just another word for death. Hours passed in no time at all. Talcen's eyes snapped open at once and he knew the sun was setting. Setting and that his tenure as a neophyte was at the beginning of the end. He sat straight up and got out of bed in one fluid motion.
“Today is the day,” he said and got dressed with the last fresh clothes he had. A red t-shirt and black jeans. He heard the familiar noises of his sister downstairs. Neither of them knew why, but she always woke up just before the sunset and he did during it.
He picked up his bag that he had packed for the trip, opened the door and started to make his way to the living room. The brown b
