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totally different,” she sighed. “I should’ve been more careful. But in those days no one knew vampires existed. They were just a myth. So, like, imagine my shock when he turned me. It was definitely not what I was expecting to happen that night, but I guess I should’ve guessed by his purity ring that he was a prude…” she trailed off, then quickly regained her composure. “ Anyhoo , that’s my story of passion. Or lack thereof, I guess,” she sighed, looking around at the group. “So, who’s next?”
    “You all know how I became a vampire,” Seth said, glaring at Brooke.
    “Have you told your parents yet?” she asked, the word parents catching in her throat and causing her voice to crack. “Aren’t they like super anti-vampire? How did they take it?”
    “Maybe you should’ve thought of that before you turned me!” Seth’s dark eyes narrowed, but his exchange with Brooke was less heated than it had been a week ago. The two had settled into a comfortable truce, though the tension hadn’t completely dissipated.
    “My parents still don’t know. I’ve been keeping a low profile,” Seth explained. “They think I’m away at a computer camp. I had to beg them to let me go—even got them to sign a permission form and made a whole ordeal of packing my bags.”
    Brooke laughed, looking as if she had more to say on the topic of Seth’s parents. Seth quickly changed the subject. “What about you Hunter?” he asked. “How did you join the fang club?”
    Hunter had been more alert since I’ve put him on the strict diet of clean blood, but he was still not much of a talker.
    “I dunno, I think it involved a bangin’ concert and lots of drugs,” he said in his sluggish, aloof voice. “The rest is a bit hazy. I think a hot vamp fan saved my life after a particularly bad overdose.”
    Brooke rolled her eyes and pointed her chewed-up straw at Sophie. “And let me guess, your story is the same as ours? You were also turned because of hot night of passion? With some nerdy vampire guy perhaps?” she teased.
    “Uhh, not exactly,” Sophie murmured. “More like a girl ,” she added shyly.
    “ Ooh , do tell!” Brooke squealed.
    “In 1905, when I was only five-years-old, my Mom got a job as a live-in maid on an estate of a very wealthy New England family,” Sophie explained. “The couple had one child, a pretty little blonde girl named Charlotte. There were whispers around the house that her parents could not conceive a baby so they adopted Charlotte from an orphanage abroad. She was so pale and sickly, she couldn’t even venture out of the house. Just being in the sun caused her skin to blister up. But I made sure that she was never alone. I spent every single day by her side, reading to her as she lay in bed in her dark, dim room. We were inseparable. Best friends. Sisters.”
    It was the first time I had seen Sophie so animated, but as she continued to speak, her face hardened, her big brown eyes becoming more turbulent. “As we grew older, Charlotte started to suddenly shed her childhood frailty. With her improved health, she didn’t need me anymore. She began venturing out of the house, meeting new people and making new friends—friends of higher status. Slowly, she was becoming a stranger.”
    All four of us were staring at Sophie, hanging intently onto her every word.
    “Right when I came to terms with Charlotte being lost to me forever, she came to my room on the eve of my eighteenth birthday, announcing that she had a present for me. She told me that she had the key to lifelong happiness and asked me if I wanted it too. Of course, I said yes. I wanted to please her, though I had no idea that this wonderful gift she was promising would turn out to be a curse.”
    As Sophie continued her tale, I glanced over at Brooke. She was wiping a large tear from her cheek.
    “At first, I was frightened by all the changes I was experiencing. It even caused me to drift apart from my mother. But