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• Lost in NYC   e i g h t e e n : what is it about bars?

  "You know you make literally no noise when you sleep?""Aaah!," I shriek. "What the hell are you doing in here?"I pull the covers up a little. Don't need him seeing my Spongebob pajamas. Wait, he bought them. I'm still adjusting to the weirdness of it all.Based on his dad's behavior, I'm not welcome here. I'm not familiar with anyone else, but I'm sure this crew runs on one opinion. This is like a big family. I have to appear to be in line; no going against the majority.The first step to that is willingly attending Jonah's "lessons" and keeping my head down. However, that does not include surprise visits in the crack ass of dawn.I immediately cover my mouth, "Shit. I forgot about everyone's hyperhearing. That must have sounded like nails on a fucking chalkboard," I whisper.He chuckles, "These walls," he pats behind my head, "are soundproof. What kind of organization would we be if we didn't take these precautions?""Oh," I sigh.

• Lost in NYC   s e v e n t e e n : the 1%

  In just 2 short hours, I'm back home--what was home. The garden gnomes and porch decor looks familiar, but it's somehow not the same as before."That'll be," he clicks the meter, "$190," he sighs. Damn, that much for a cab? I might as well have walked the whole way. I definitely don't have that kind of money on me. There's only one solution to this problem, and I hate to use it.I grab him and suddenly I pause, not knowing how the hell to proceed."What are you doing?! Get the fuck off me, lady!""I-I," I let go of him. I take a deep breath, "I can't afford the fare.""That sounds like a problem," I nod, "For you," he reaffirms.I can do this. I can do this.I grab his face once more, "I can't afford the fare. This ride was pro bono. You're going to let me go.""I'm going to let you go," he replies perfunctorily. There's that glassy look and robot voice. I feel horrible for reducing him to that, but it was necessary.I t

• Lost in NYC   s i x t e e n : sweat and tears

  I'm pushing my fists into the bag. With every jab, I imagine him in front of me instead of the punching bag. That cocky, mouthy—"You're punching it wrong," he stops the bag with his hand."Bullshit. Let me take my anger out already!," I growl.

• Lost in NYC   f i f t e e n : just like that

  "Why are we here?", I ask. We're in Central Park, and it's a beautiful day. Light wind, sunny sky, and a comfortable temperature. However, I don't exactly know what this park has to do with vampirism... and I'm getting a little hungry."You'll need to learn to control your hunger. Or you will lose control of yourself", Jonah says. He's just staring into the space ahead. I wonder what he's thinking--I mean other than vampire training. He seems to have something on his mind. Something's bugging him."How did you know I'm hungry", I rub my stomach. But it's not a stomach thing. It's like mental. Or like a dryness in my tastebuds. It's like a thirst, like blood is my water.He shrugs, "It's like desperation. I can smell it on you".I scoff."And an extreme sense of hunger is common in recently turned vampires", he finishes."You were a recently turned vampire once"."Yeah"."Well... how?", I whisper.He giggles, "It's not a

• Lost in NYC   f o u r t e e n : hunger

• Lost in NYC   t h i r t e e n : introductions

  I exit the steamy shower feeling rejuvenated and...alive.Strangely alive--I mean, I'm technically dead. But I feel more energized than before.I put on a red cami top and some beige cargo shorts. I look like a character from Jumanji or something.I look good though.Do they all eat dinner together? Is this like a family thing they've got going on?Like a wolf pack or something, but with vampires?I've always thought vampires might be loners--who have a thirst for blood.But they seem to be pretty unified. They were humans before being turned.I was human before being turned.I exit the room ready forwhatever I encounter in that kitchen.Then I recall that I can't rememberwhere the kitchen is.I only know one person here, so I might as well go ask him. I should have been paying attention during the tour.I knock on Jonah's door, which is convenien