Four years ago, Morgan was found half-dead near the dragon village of Thorsbury Upon Wick.
Morgan cannot remember what happened to her, but the villagers suspect she might be a dragon from their long lost ancestral homeland.
Adopted by the villager...
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M O R G A N
I could see the heartbreak on Rupert's face as he watched the girl of his dreams down two litres of pig blood in a minute. Poppy smacked her lips, revealing her two wickedly sharp elongated canines.
"I can't tell you how much I needed that," she said gratefully from the shadows, wiping her bloody lips with the back of her sleeve.
Rupert watched her with a mixture of bewilderment and disgust.
Poppy's ugly burn marks caused by her exposure to sunlight started to fade into smooth, pale skin. She had always been pretty, but now she had the visage of an ethereal goddess with her marble-like skin and smooth blonde tresses. Both Rupert and Byron were staring at her.
Rupert seemed bewitched, unable to take his eyes off her. Yet, I couldn't help noticing he kept his feet firmly in the sunlit kitchen.
"Are you feeling better?" Rupert asked Poppy.
"Much better. The hunger pains are terrible - it's worse than my chocolate cravings on a really bad period," Poppy paused and rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "I wonder if I'll still get periods now I'm a vampire."
Both Rupert and Byron diverted their gaze to the floor and made an uncertain sound. Poppy didn't seem to notice their unease and continued to think aloud.
"Sunlight is bad. Blood is good. Periods are currently unknown," she mused.
Byron cleared his throat.
"I have a little knowledge about vampires - well, mainly, I know what kills them," he said frankly. "But I'm happy to share my wisdom with you."
Rupert suppressed a growl in his throat as Byron stared helplessly into Poppy's bright blue eyes. A soft pink blush had started to bloom across Byron's cheeks. He pulled away from Poppy and excused himself.
"You'll need a room to rest in - a room without sunlight. I will go and prepare that for you now," Byron said, disappearing into the front of the house.
I wander across to the old kitchen table and collapse into one of the chairs. Rupert takes a seat next to me.
"How are we going to fix Poppy?" Rupert asked me in a low voice.
"This isn't something we can fix," I replied gently.
Rupert had wanted Poppy for so long. He had waited patiently by her side, waiting for her to give him a chance to make her happy.
"The vampires can't have you. We have to find a way to reverse this," Rupert told Poppy.
"I don't think we can reverse it. The dragon flame inside me is gone. It went out the moment Henry tore my throat open," Poppy explained.
