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Echo opened the door to her hotel room with a sigh and glanced around. The delivery had not gone as planned and now it seemed she could never leave this place. Frowning, she sat at the desk and set up her laptop, hooking it easily to the wireless access offered by the hotel, she browsed a bit, checking her emails and a few of her favorite websites before she got up and wandered around the room. Picking up her bag as she wandered by it again, she opened it up and pulled out her stuffed Cheshire Cat and flopped on the bed, cradling it in her arms. It had been a gift for her tenth birthday from her parents. And 12 years later, she still carried it every where she went. He was her constant companion around the globe.

"Computer... compose email" She said to the empty room, listening for the soft beeps that signaled her laptop opening her email program. She glanced over to see the cursor blinking in anticipation. Laying back on the pillows, she stared at the ceiling and began to compose a letter.

Dear Mom, Dad, Christopher,

First off, just let me say that every thing is okay. I made it to Harper Rock just fine. I'm sorry it's been so long since I've written more than a text or two. It's just that there was a complication with the delivery. See I got my contact messed up and now I'm a vampire.

She sighed softly and shook her head. She couldn't send that. She didn't know much about this life, but she did know enough about her parents to know what would happen if she sent a letter like that. They'd come to Harper Rock and try to take her away. Try to put her in hospital again. Make sure she was taking her meds. She'd learned the hard way she couldn't do that any more. "Computer, delete email." She turned her grey eyes to the machine and watched as the few lines of text disappeared. "Computer, compose email."

Dear Mom, Dad, and Christopher,

Sorry it's taken so long to get in touch. I promise every thing is ok. I made it to Harper Rock. It looks like I'll be here for a while as the client's want me to stay and consult for them. I'll keep in touch as much as I can, but work has got me pretty busy.

She sighed quietly, even she could hear how hollow it sounded, how it seemed she was hiding something. But she didn't know what else to do. She couldn't outright say she'd never be back. She couldn't exactly send her last will and testament to them. Or could she? Sitting upright in bed, she stared at her computer before speaking again.

I'll be home as soon as I finish the contract here. Canada is lovely this time of year. See you soon and I hope all is well. Christopher stay away from my car.

Love,
Echo

"Computer, send email." watching impatiently as the computer followed her commands, she jumped to her feet as soon as the bleep of a sent message sounded.

"Computer, open web browser" She muttered as she slid in to the desk chair, her stuffed Cat clutched in the crook of her arm, her fingers flew over the keys and she began her research. Maybe, just maybe, there was a way to avoid her human family coming for her.

She was lounging on her bed, staring at the glowing display of her monitors. Grey slept beside her and she smiled as she reached out to move a lock of dark hair from his face. Sitting up, she brushed a kiss to his cheek before grabbing her stuffed Cheshire and heading for the living room and the lap top waiting there. She didn't want to disturb Grey's slumber but she was feeling restless. Moving the laptop to the coffee table, she roamed quietly around the living room, pacing like a cadged animal.

"Computer.... new document." she muttered, just loud enough for the mic to pick up her voice. She peered at the screen, watching as the word document opened, the cursor blinking as it waited for her to continue.

Dear Journal,

Wow how cheesy does that sound? I mean really? I thought people only said that in movies. Any ways, so much has happened I think I've lost track of it all. For the longest time the nights blended together, one after another in a monochromatic stream of boredom. Same thing every night usually. Kill a few zombies, visit the hunting grounds, rob a few people. Same old same old. I've learned a few new things, like how to summon spirits and fadebeasts. I can even enter the shadow realm any time I want. I like it there. It's so quiet and relaxing. When I'm there it feels like nothing can touch me.

I admit I was scared the first time I went there, even though it was by my own choice. Of course it's different when you're there and dead versus there and hanging out. I much prefer the second one. I've gotten to know Mircea and Habren pretty well. He's certainly not as scary as I first thought him to be. Which is good. Habren is a gem, I like her a lot.

She paused there, trying to collect her scattered thoughts, standing beside the door, she looked out over the empty patio and sighed quietly as she watched the twinkling lights of the city.

Kyrian left me. Decided I wasn't a good enough sire and found some one else. My "best friend". I didn't even know they were talking until he threw it in my face during yet another fight. He looked so smug, I was torn between wanting to punch him and wanting to cry. But I didn't do either of those. I just got up and walked away. I still haven't come to terms with it and I'm not sure I ever will. Two people I trusted more than any thing, conspiring against me to stab me in the back. Neither one of them thought fit to tell me. Frankly I don't think I'd even know now if Kyrian hadn't wanted to hurt me. They both say it wasn't meant to be that way but that's such complete ********. You don't adopt some one and then turn around and say that's not how it's meant. Mentor them, introduce them to people, fine, what ever. But you don't adopt them out from under their sire.

I know I'm not the greatest sire, I've made a lot of mistakes and I've tried to fix them, too. But clearly it was a wasted effort. I don't know what to do. They've both said sorry but that doesn't seem to fix it for me. It still hurts, it still sucks and I still don't know what to do about it. I can't even look at Kyrian right now and talking to him is harder than ever before. He was the only family I felt I had for the longest time. Guess I was wrong thinking that. I told him I'd always be there for him and I will, just in the shadows where he can't see me and I don't interfere with his new sire. I just hope his new sire will be every thing to him that I so clearly failed to be. Some day I hope I can forgive and forget, but right now it doesn't seem possible. And yeah, I know how unreasonable it sounds but I can't help it.

On the bright side, I met a really fantastic guy named Grey. To say we've become close is a little bit of an understatement. We actually are dating and I'm really happy about that fact. He's really considerate and so very sweet and polite. His sire is Pi. I don't know her to well. We've only really spoken the one time I cut her leg off and that's not exactly grounds to get to know some one. She seems great though. I've seen her from time to time during recent events.

Things seem to be calming down around here, too, which is nice. I'm not gonna get in to details. But now that it's quiet I've been thinking of taking a trip to Tokyo. Just to get away and see if I can get my head on straight. I haven't decided though. My bags are packed, hiding under the bed currently. I'll either unpack them or buy a plane ticket. I really ought to decide soon.

OH! And outside my bubble... Christopher got in to Yale. He also turned 16 a few weeks ago and the parents bought him the Porsche he's been lusting after. I'm really proud of him. And I'm excited for him to be at Yale instead of Harvard. I think it would suck going to Harvard where your big sister is an alum and have to try and live up to the Meridian name. At least at Yale he can make a name for himself. He's a good kid and I hope he does well. I'll never understand why he chose Political Sciences though. Only time will tell.

Finishing her sentence, she sighed softly and sat on the couch, staring at the screen. She didn't want any one to see this, and even though her computer was password protected, things happened. Tilting her head, she read her words over and crinkled her nose. The page was the same chaotic jumble as her thoughts were.

"Computer... delete document." she muttered quietly, watching as the words vanished from the screen, leaving the cursor blinking once more in anticipation of a voice command or keystroke.