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Chapter 6: Curious Demands.    A two way mirror?    I stared at my shocked reflection in the glass- the cracked open doorway cut off half of my reflection, only showing the masked part of my face. I could only lie there, sprawled out on the plush carpet, wondering why I thought Erik and Christine’s music lessons had more complications  than a small barrier between them.    Had they ever met face to face until now?    The weird possibility snapped me out of my phase, and I sat up, supporting my weight on my hands behind me. I tilted my head at the mirror-window, before finally rising to shut it. I lingered there for another moment,

                                                                              Chapter Two Romania, 2015     The cave’s black mouth yawned in the chilly morning air, but if one could look close enough, they would see speckles of gold dotting here and there inside it- candles. By the light of the candles, sat Niccolo, nose buried in one of Jason’s vampire novels- his friend’s favourite novel, Interview with the Vampire. The boy had changed in the some two hundred and ninety five years he had been with Jason- his burns had become a darker colour now, rather than being bright red, they were more maroon, and he had discovered

Chapter 6: Curious Demands.    A two way mirror?    I stared at my shocked reflection in the glass- the cracked open doorway cut off half of my reflection, only showing the masked part of my face. I could only lie there, sprawled out on the plush carpet, wondering why I thought Erik and Christine’s music lessons had more complications  than a small barrier between them.    Had they ever met face to face until now?    The weird possibility snapped me out of my phase, and I sat up, supporting my weight on my hands behind me. I tilted my head at the mirror-window, before finally rising to shut it. I lingered there for another moment,

Special JokerxReader Gloria Gutchall Music poured from the windows of the Kelvin Manor as you approached, followed closely by the light inside. With your carriage pulling to a stop, the door was then opened, and you swished out, the skirts of your (f/c) dress sliding into places as you came out the door. Admittedly, as this was your first party on your own, you were really nervous about coming here. There had been rumors flying left and right about the mysterious Baron Kelvin. Had he really taken some orphans under his wings? Had he really gone through tremendous amounts of surgery to change his face? Was he like a mummy now, covered in band