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The One Who Knows Everything.

When the sun was rising, illuminating the grim city, Audrey told Annora she would soon leave. The both got a little sad, but it was the right thing to do.
And when the human found her bed, she threw herself on it, feeling tired, but not managing to shut her eyes to sleep, and soon the blind widow was there, waking up the no sleepy.

But when the vampire found her coffin, still with the eerie silence around the empty house, she wondered if Harold had came back and if he was slumbering.

The conversation about books wasn't dull at all, it had some good points. Sometimes she'd laugh with Annora, sometimes not, she'd just lend an ear in every word, appreciating the human knowledge about love. Ah! There were words she never heard before, dumbfounded again, asking the meaning that wasn't difficult to memorize. If the tea were wine or some alcohol drink, they'd be drunk, well, Annora would be while Audrey would just burst out laughing. And the good smell of that place never had left her lungs, every time she'd breath, she'd still feel the smell or cherry.

When the window revealed a streak of light, Audrey stood up saying she had to go to work. Harold wasn't there, if he really were he would look for Audrey and find her, then he'd scold her and tell what she shouldn't do.

'Where's he?' She wondered. 'Maybe he left me after realizing how much dumb I am.' The was all she could think of. But no, it was Harold, the man she hated, so she didn't have to think about him, indeed, do nothing that addressed to him, and she really believed that Chloe was the one who had loved him, the only one who dared.

Audrey closed her eyes inside the coffin, possessing the darkness, remembering that it was Monday and she'd meet the nun to learn more about her kind.

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"Wake up." Someone said, taking Audrey out of her coffin.

"Harold? Is that you?" She attempted to open her eyes, but her body was begging to go back dreaming. "Where were you?"

"No, it's me, Margaret and what do you mean with 'Where were you', is he not here?"

"Ah, no... I don't know, I don't see him since yesterday, he must have left me by seeing that I'm not perfect enough to be his whore." She said getting up from the floor.

Margaret laughed, but then she frowned.

"That's strange. He doesn't care about beauty, but just how much blood you can offer." Margaret walked towards Harold's bedroom and opened the doors brutally.

Audrey stood and did the same, grimacing when she smelled the reek.

"This room is rotting!" Margaret complained shaking her hands as if them would get rid of the song odor.

The vampire chuckled as she casted her eyes around the bedroom. The same old rustic appearance as hers, but without the insignificant bed that only servers to hinder the woman. There was shelves in the wall next to the doors, it was full of books and objects, his coffin was black and it was placed in the middle of the room. Amazingly, there was a table adorning the stinky place, and on top of that, his violin was kept together with papers that should have been melodies from great famous classical songs.

"He's a man, what did you expect?" Audrey held her smile giving daintily steps to reach out the shelves. Not keeping her hand to herself, her fingers strolled on the wood, touching the books gingerly.

"I'm sure, not all the men are like him, and Harold isn't a man, he's a monster! You should know it!" Margaret refused to stay in the place, so she move out quickly sitting on the chair outside, near the balcony. But not even there, the smelly went away.