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good, of
that I was certain.
    Time seemed to pass so
slow, it was painful. It felt like we were just going through the
motions, as though we were unable to wake from a dreadful dream. I
found it utterly annoying. Things had gone from perfect to horrible
in just a few short weeks. Before we had noticed, November had come
and gone and Eme was still nowhere to be found. I could tell that
Lacroix was glad that she had disappeared. To see Eme in such a
state frightened him more than he would have ever admitted. I knew
it brought back memories of our experiences with the Blood God for
everyone, not only me. And I feared it had something to do with him
again. Who else had such power over other vampires? The whole thing
frustrated and frightened me. I didn’t know whether to stay and try
to figure it out or to run for my life.
    In an attempt to save what
sanity I had left, I decided to head out for a few hours. I
couldn’t stay around Chantonnay and let my fear drive me into a
dark corner. I would feed then let my mind escape into a world that
I would never truly understand. I would watch as mortals passed by
me in their hurried states with shopping bags in one hand and cell
phones in the other.
    My thirst
quenched and my mind eased somewhat, I found myself wandering
through Old Montreal , passing under black lantern-styled street lamps that caused
the snow to glisten. A brave soul sat in the lee of a building,
hoping to sell his etchings and watercolours to
the winter tourists. He looked up at me hopefully, then quickly
returned to watching the cars purr past on the narrow cobblestone
street.
    Further
along, a woman cursed to herself as she struggled to prod the
built-up snow off of the small Parisian awnings over the entrance
to her boutique hotel . Across the way, a student squealed as a towering pile of
snow fell from one of the many casement
windows above, erupting into a cloud of
powder at his feet. Ah, the joys of winter in
Quebec.
    I'd often find myself drawn
to these streets when meandering around with no particular goal in
mind. The eighteenth and nineteenth century architecture was a
welcome respite from the gleaming glass and modern lines of
Downtown. Reigning over it all, like a Gothic queen, stood
Notre-Dame Basilica and her dramatic towers. I loved having this
little taste of the Old World–of home–right at my
doorstep.
    The sensation I had been
feeling earlier I chalked up to my hunger getting the better of me.
But it had now been appeased and the sensation changed. Walking
down the snow covered sidewalks, I felt as though I was being
followed. Periodically I paused to look behind me, only to see
people rushing about carrying their recent purchases.
    After
some time, I realized that the feeling of being followed was not in
the sense that a real being was behind me. It was as if through all the people I
passed, something was tracking me, watching me through their eyes. The feeling
grew. The more uncomfortable I became, the more I began to fear
everyone around me.
    It was then that I noticed
at times, a human would look at me for longer then usual. Through
each person I passed, his mind entered theirs and then left as
quickly as a thought. His presence was too fleeting for me to even
get a general direction, to assess whether he was five or fifty
feet away. I had no way of tracing this wandering being. As soon as
a cab came cruising by, I hailed it and hopped in, heading for the
safety of Chantonnay.
    “Are you alright there
Miss?” the cabby asked, his concern sounding genuine. "You look as
though you just seen a ghost or something."
    “I’m fine,” I replied
quickly and coldly. I just wanted to be home. Never before had I
ever feared mortals the way I did in those few moments.
    As the cool November left
us, Elijah withdrew completely from everyone. I was worried his
nerves could not handle Eme’s disappearance. His behavior
frightened everyone, including me. He became a hermit, staying in
his room for nights