It was early morning when Gryphon and I got back to the house. All the necromancers were upstairs in bed, but Cosmo was sat on the couch with a notebook and pen in hand. The door closed silently but he still knew we were there.
"O-, nice," Cosmo said.
"Not really. It would have been if it wasn't drink and drug-ridden. Gross," said Gryphon.
Cosmo grunted and went back to writing. He always wrote stories. Ever since he'd turned me, he'd written stories, probably way before that too.
"Right, goodnight. Is Kaida in bed?" asked Gryph.
"Yeah. Night," said Cosmo.
Gryph ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He could take five, six at a push, when he rushed up the stairs. But when he wasn't in a hurry, he took them at two. I went and sat next to Cosmo.
I crossed my legs and looked over his shoulder at what he was writing. I didn't understand a word of it. It was in Spanish. He wrote in Spanish so no one understood it. I gave up trying to make sense of it. I sat back and just thought. I stroked my Iota, twisting sweet peas with hidden shamrocks. It took me thirty years to notice the shamrocks.
But I should probably tell you about myself. I was 14 before Cosmo turned me, and now I look exactly the same even though I've been a vampyre for 347 years so I've been alive for 361 years. I have blood red hair and neon green eyes. It was all natural. I was born with the green eyes and my hair turned red when I became a vampyre, before that it was a beautiful brown. I'm brilliant at playing piano and violin and harp. Technology terrifies me; alas that's what being born in the year 1650 will do to you.
As for my vampyric talents, I'm fast, faster than the others, but weaker too. I can read minds if I know them well. I had the best sense of smell and the best eyesight. But my hearing wasn't great.
Cosmo slammed his notebook and pen on the coffee table in front of him. He turned to me.
"What?" I asked.
"So, Blaze, what you been up to recently?"
I raised an eyebrow but answered anyway.