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Remi vs Bailey
Once we reassembled by the creek, we headed to the Olympic Peninsula. The area there was under a constant cover of clouds and it would help with Bailey when the pixie dust wore off which it still didn’t. Bailey was merrily singing Frere Jacques with Lyre, adding fuel to the fire of unending happiness. Ugh. There was a town that he told me about, ( Read more... ) -
Pixie Dust
Three times. That’s how many times Bailey almost slipped up with his swearing off of human blood. I keep telling him that he’s not ready to deal with being around humans, that he’s better off with us around him. His answer never changes. He had made a promise and he’s sticking to it. Too bad he keeps breaking it all the time.
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Prelude
My coven-mates belonged to a different species of mythical creatures so that was already a problem. Bailey Morton was a vampire, born in the sixteen hundreds in France and changed when he was seventeen. He loved to play pretend. The last town we were in, he wanted to be my brother.
He didn’t stay true to his part.
In the high school we were ( Read more... )