Marsha May Anal Pov

When are you coming home, I asked. What if the girl was lying out there, attacked and hurt like that? All of them. Old grey stone buildings with steeply slanted roofs, neat streets, some of which are still cobbled…it all reminds me a bit of home, or, rather, what home used to be like. At first I thought she’d gone to bed, and then I was suddenly terrified that she’d left, so I jumped out of bed and ran, in my nightie and barefoot, to check Da’s room, but the bed was empty. “All right, in here you’ll also find a passport made out in the name of Marcilla Karnstein.”

“Do I need a passport?”

He just stared at me. And then when you came just now and cried out, I saw your fangs. But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t go there myself, even during the day, but this was at night.