I make a note to call the landlord if it happens again.The next morning, it's the same thing. I call the landlord and leave a voicemail, and then trek... down to the laundry room to wash my sheets, since they're all dirty now. There's a young woman already in there, folding her clothes as she takes them out of the dryer."Good morning," she says cheerfully. My ass hurts too much to be cheerful, but I smile back at her."Morning," I say, stuffing my sheets into an empty washer."I don't think we've. “What devilry is this? Wh-What is going on?” He kicked one of the prostrate figures. “Get up, you cowardly pig! You have not been touched!” But blood seeping over the jetty belied that statement. The Captain stepped back, obviously trying to gather his wits. He must do something. He could not be made to look a fool in front of these damned Sythians...At that moment, the ranks parted and Princess Venetia stood there, looking as serene as ever.“If you want to be killed... if you want every member. Then again, the same could be said of every other lunchperiod I've had since making friends with Laura...Eventually, the bell rings to signify the end of the school day, and Iwill admit that I'm more relaxed than I was at the start of the day.Melissa's desire to be my friend seems to be genuine, even if it'smotivated by reasons other than pure friendship, and George is still thegood friend he's always been. My good mood most be obvious as a grinimmediately appears on my mother's face as I slide. ” I nodded, not understanding at all.“So, I have the fridge full of my blood type. I’m ready. Are you?” Mason asked me, crossing his arms over his chest and staring at me with an impatient gaze.Mason’s transformation went a lot smoother than mine.Perhaps it was because he was in better physical shape than I was.Perhaps it was because he went into it willingly.Regardless, I cut my finger and dropped some blood into his mouth. For the next hour, Mason writhed on the large bed before sitting.