The familiar voice comes from behind us. Spinning around, I find Sister Miriam standing in the doorway, exactly as I remember her. Pale skin. Dark hair that seems to swallow light instead of reflecting it. Eerie red eyes that seem to glow in the soft light of the room.
It occurs to me that the curtains are all wide open, letting natural light into this space. And she visited during the day when we first met.
I really need to learn more about vampires. My lack of knowledge might get me killed.
"How did we get here?" I ask, hating the slight tremor in my words.
It isn't every day that you open your eyes and realize you've been magicked to another place.
Sister Miriam smiles, but there's something unsettling about the expression. It doesn't quite reach her eyes. I remember, now, how her face doesn't really move with her smiles. "You called for me, did you not?"
