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I don't know what is wrong with Nyah. She will not stop following me, I still feel terrible, but she is watching me like a child.
"Nyah stop staring at me." I said with my eyes closed. I knew she was there; breathing on me.
"I'm not staring, I'm just looking."
"Nyah, it's just a Fae cold. I am fine and will be fine, just like Stella said. She is making me some medicine."
"So, when?"
"It take a while to find a flower, called Eshintine. It only grows in a Fae world."
"Fae world?"
"Yes, it's like hell, but for Faes."
"I never heard of that."
"Yeah well you haven't died as a Fae either."
"Hmm. I will go find it."
"Nyah, you can not go there." I opened my eyes to see her staring right at me.
"I can bring on out of thin air." She stood up and closed her eyes.
I just closed my eyes because I know she can't.
"Ha, got it," she said and I opened my eyes. She didn't have it.
"Not it," I replied, closing my eyes back.
"Okay, now, I have it."
"Not it."
"You didn't even look."
"Not the smell," I said.
"Mother fucker."
I clutched my stomach, feeling like my bones were breaking again.
I heard a thud, and when I opened my eyes Nyah was gone.
"Nyah?" I said trying to sit up.
"Ahhhh," I said feeling my head on fire. "NYAHIMA."
"Ha, got it now?" She laughed and I could smell it as the black smoke cleared.
How in the hell?
"How dare you?" My mother burst into our room pointing at Nyah.
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The Bite: Past, Present, Future
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