Letters to Romeo.

"Is it because of the dark magic that is spilt on the land?" Julie asked him, and Simon was about to open his lips before he closed. He stared at her.

Julie and Roman hadn't spoken about what they knew about Simon to anyone, and this was the first time she had remotely brought up the matter.

"I don't think it is that," said Simon before he placed his hand on his chest. "Just for the record, I like daffodils on my grave."

Olivia ignored Simon's dramatic words and looked through the fridge. She then pulled out a black box, carried it and handed it to the Corvin.

"These should do. There are eight of them," stated Olivia and then she added, "You can ask the weak vampires to come to the infirmary and drink up the blood unless they prefer the one's from the lunchroom."

"Thank you, Olivia," Julie thanked her, and both she and Cillian left the building while Simon continued to groan.

"I swear on my test tubes, I will kill you with it, if you don't let me work," said Olivia, closing the fridge and writing something down on the registry.

"You didn't even diagnose what is wrong with me. Your friend is dying and you show no sympathy or pity. Cruel Livi," accused Simon.

"I think what you need is not treatment in the infirmary, but a visit to Evans' office. He will check your head," stated Olivia, and she closed the registry. Placing the book in the drawer, she turned to look at Simon before sighing. "Since when have you been feeling the discomfort?"

"An hour ago. Maybe two hours ago," Simon replied to her without beating around the bush.

She asked him, going through the usual questions, "Can you repeat what discomfort you have again again?" her eyes slightly narrowed.

Simon placed his hand on his chest and said, "I know my heart doesn't beat, but it feels empty. Like my heart, my lungs aren't in there anymore. Not to forget, I have lost my appetite, when it comes to drinking blood. I just had one sip of blood and it was garbage.

"Maybe the can of blood was stale. Did you try buying another one?" questioned Olivia, and she wondered if it had anything to do with the bullet of silver that he had been shot sometime ago. But then it was strange that it would be reacting now. Roman's body should have reacted faster if that was so.

"I did try to sink my teeth into a human, but she didn't taste good either. Do you think I am turning human?" he asked in slight worry while crossing his legs and waving his hand. "Am I the first case in history. A vampire turning back to human."

"That would be impossible, and if that were true, I am sure we would be friends with the hunters now and sipping tea in their backyard. Not drinking their blood," pointed Olivia, and she heard the sigh from Simon.

"What do I do, Liv? I feel a turmoil in my heart—Wait, where are you going?" he asked, noticing her making her way towards the door.

Olivia turned and gritted her teeth while sending a quiet glare at her friend, "You are sick, Simon. Love sick." Shaking her head, she walked through the door. historical

"Love sick what?" Simon chuckled, "That's impossible. Liv!" He called her to come back, but she didn't return.

He let his back fall on the bed again, comfortably putting his legs on the bed and looking up at the room's ceiling. There was no way he was in love,? Simon thought. Sure he liked and enjoyed Melanie's company, but love was a far fetched term, wasn't it?

"So uncomfortable," muttered Simon under his breath. After a few seconds of silence, he said to himself, "I hope you are feeling the same way as I am."

In the town of Greasy Corner, Melanie and Conner got down in front of their houses.

"When do you think is the right time to come by your home?" asked Conner, and Melanie took a deep breath. Because when her parents were about to leave from Veteris, her mother had a noticeable hint of suspicion, but she wasn't sure if it was on her or if it was on Simon.

"Give it a day or two. Speaking about it right away might raise more suspicion than it already has," replied Melanie, and Conner gave her a nod.

But before Melanie could walk towards her house, Conner said, "Call me if something happens. I will keep my phone next to me."

Melanie smiled, "Thanks, Conner. I will see you later."

When she was about to reach the door, ready to ring the bell while standing on the porch, the door opened right away, and there stood her mother with a warm smile.

"Welcome back home, Mel! Your father and I have been waiting for you to return," said her mother while hugging her.

Melanie felt a trickle of anxiousness and asked, "Well, we would. Our exams did get over," and she let out an uneasy laugh."How have things been here? Anything to look out for?" she asked casually.

"Just the same," her mother pulled away and took her bag from her. "How were your exams?"

"A little difficult as usual, but I hope not too bad," replied Melanie. "Where's dad?"

"He's in the...basement. Dealing with a few things, dear. He should be up here with us soon," her mother offered her a smile, and Melanie found it hard to believe that her parents were into this. "In the mean time, I would like to have a little chat with you. I am sure there's a lot of catching up to do."

"There is?" asked Melanie, and her mother nodded, while stepping into the kitchen and opening the fridge. She saw her mother pull out a juice, and place it on the island of the kitchen.

Her mother poured the juice in two glasses, before offering one of them to her, "Yes, it was something that you said about vampires being good.. I would like to hear what made you think that."