Trisha’s P.O.V:
“Be careful child, it’s easy to get lost at events like this.” Jonathan whispered in my ears, but he had no need to. The ball was in full swing and there was enough booming chatter around the room that vampire or not, no one would’ve heard us anyways.
“I know. I’ll be careful and stick to people I know.” I told him. And even though I was immortal now, I was a very young vampire, could easily be overpowered by someone older.
It’s been about thirty year since the Wipeout cleared more than half of the world’s population, supernatural included, but some things never changed. This was my first social gathering in thirty years, especially one this magnitude, but the snobby rich vampires were still bundles closer together, looking down on the poorer and the turned. My father,
