“It is a mistake.” Michael warned me.
“Hush.” I replied.
“Do not bother telling me I am right later on.” He continued. “I will already know, but we will also both be dead so I guess there really won’t be an opportunity for you to say it anyway.”
“Shut up Michael,” I said, glancing over at him. “First impressions matter.”
We were in a random attic, somewhere in the American city of Boston. Sunshine was pouring in from the windows, showing the thousands of dust particles that were flying around in the air. No one had been here in a very long time, as all the floors below us were also vacant. It was the perfect place for a meeting of vampires and lehiams.
“Still a mistake though.” Michael sighed and leaned against one of the stone pillars in the room. We were both in new clothes, whic
