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PART SEVEN: 2
As I walk out into the hallway I hear hurried steps behind me. They belong to several nuns who are rushing somewhere, and I wonder what is going on. I get a bit annoyed as they push past me and continue down the hallway. I shrug. Whatever it is, it probably doesn’t concern me. Probably late for choir rehearsal or something. The hallway is lit by single light bulb that hangs on a chain, and if I were afraid of the dark it would seem very eerie in here to me. The convent was old, I guess they’re lucky to have any electricity at all, but they really could have done without the cheap horror movie effect. Ah, well. I need to find Sister Francine. 3
I walk the opposite direction of the nuns that pushed past me, my steps echoing on the tiled floor. I pass the closed doors of other sleeping chambers and finally arrive at a staircase, just in time to see Sister Francine hurrying my way. Now I am curious. What has these nuns all rushing about so? 4
“What’s going on?” I ask, and Sister Francine doesn’t answer. She just keeps walking, and so I follow her, trying not to be annoyed. I do notice that we are heading back in the direction of the impromptu nursery that I was in earlier, and I consider going back to my room. I do not want to see my father right now, or my ugly little sister. Together we keep a hurried pace down the dimly lit corridor. The door to the baby’s room is open, and I hear a plaintive wailing coming from inside. Francine enters first, and I am right behind her. The room is in a state of chaos, the mother is sitting up in bed and being held by my father. She has a glazed look in her eyes and her mouth is hanging open. She looks exhausted and keyed up at the same time. I turn my gaze to the bassinet where the baby lies, only it’s on its side, and the baby is gone. 5
“What happened?” demands Sister Francine, apparently more collected than I am at the moment. My father states the obvious, and while I wish I could feel worse, I kind of feel like there is justice in the world. 6
“Somebody took her.” 7
I sigh, and walk over to the bassinet. I’m ignoring the other’s in the room, my father, the mother as well as the nuns who have begun to cry – loudly. I sift through the cushion, blankets and lace spilled onto the floor, looking for any indication that the baby was hurt. I do feel relieved that there is no blood, but wait – I lift the bundle of fabric and sniff it, inhaling deeply. It doesn’t stink, but there is a smell there, a definite smell that is easily recognizable. I set the bundle back in the bassinet, tipping it upright again and level my gaze at everyone in the room. 8
“Do you know who took her?” asks Sister Francine, and I nod succinctly. 9
“Vampires.” 10
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This is not good. I’m pacing back and forth in my bedroom, annoyed as all hell and wishing I hadn’t opened my big mouth. They want me to look for the baby, and really, it’s the least I can do. I need help, though, but Matteo and his damned irresponsibility have put me out yet again. Gritting my teeth, I dial his number and follow the prompts until I get someone in customer service. I begrudgingly pay his cell phone bill, all four hundred dollars of it, with my credit card. I get off the phone with the representative after being told that he wished he had a sister like me (if he had any idea!), wait for ten minutes, and dial his number again. He’d better have it near him. 12
He picks up on the third ring. Thank God. His voice is skeptical and questioning as he says, “hello?” 13
“Matteo,” I say, my voice hard. 14
“Jesus, Sera, where are you?” 15
I sigh. “Listen, Matteo, I don’t have time to explain right now, and I don’t really feel like it anyway. I need you to come to the convent right away.” 16
“In Italy?” 17
“No, in Japan. Of course in Italy, you idiot. What other convent has any relevance to us? Be here in five hours, max.” 18
“But Sera! It’s cold!” 19
I knew what he is referring to. It is September, and he has to fly without a shirt, seeing as how the fashion industry hasn’t really developed backless shirts for men yet. I snicker. 20
“You can borrow one of my backless tops,” I say. I can hear the scowl in his voice. 21
“Very funny, Sera.” 22
“Look, I don’t care if you get icicles on your nipples, be here as soon as you can, alright?” 23
“Fine!” he finally caves, but Matteo is always the one with the last word, and that annoys the hell out of me. “I should probably lock your apartment again, then, shouldn’t I?” I hear the distinct click of the phone connection being severed. 24
“You broke into my apartment!” I shout to no one in particular. “You asshole!”25
Author notes
Sorry it took so long getting this part out, I was obligated to spend some time focusing on my novel 
Thanks for your patience.
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lookig good chica
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Please. I'm beggin you. MORE! MORE!! MORE!!!
Excellent--I'm hooked--APPLAUSE!!!!!!!! -
Ok, I started my own story and so I know what it's like to have people buging you for more. And you feel liek you are raping teh muse, and you don't want to spoil the source BUT!!!! MOOOOREEE!! NOW!!!
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mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmore! I don't know if I want to read the rest of this story, or if I should concentrate on sending psychic waves to you and make you post your novel.....I think I'll do both. concentrates
It's early. 
Oh, I loved this one, and the ending made me chuckle.
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Yea, I'd like to know more about him and what the vampires' reasons are. This story's getting really good.
Always bite back,
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More!!!!!!!!
Oooo, this has got me wanting more I want to know about the Father, I want to know why Vampires would steal the baby - Please write more soon! Luv Niky xx
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