There Aurora was, sitting on the seat of the toilet in the hallway bathroom, thinking about her life’s decisions.
She had a bathroom of her own; a nice and clean and very well kept one in her room-or well at least it was a nice and clean and very well kept at one point in time. Then Marlo came along.
Aurora was just sitting there in the bathroom, smoking on her laced cigar. It was her third since locking herself in the hallway bathroom. Each cigar she smoked down to ash, dreading the moment when she’d have to return to her living hell.
She decided to sit there for only a few more minutes to give herself a little time to mentally gather her bearings before going back to babysitting her little newborn vamp. The bathroom was the only place that she could actua
