Chapter 33
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F or the weeks that followed, Liz handled her transition into vampirism with her usual brand of gutsiness and enthusiasm. The girl could not be ruffled, no matter what immortal life threw at her. Luckily, she also had help.
As she adjusted to her changeover, she called Robert at all hours of the night with every question a new vampire could possibly have: How often should she consume blood? Could she drink from an animal in a pinch? Would David turn into a vampire if she bit him? How long would it take her to burst into flames if she went outside—like would she have enough time to quickly grab something she’d forgotten in the car?
She’d scored a job as a hairdresser at Dignitary, where she styled vampire and decoy hair for special occasions. She loved her new career and her new boss, Michael. She didn’t mind Marlena too much, either. They’d even gone out to Crimson together for a couple drinks.
David, who’d had the shock of his life when he walked in the apartment to find his murdered girlfriend sitting on the sofa talking and laughing like it was any other day, had also taken everything in stride. He’d been so overjoyed to get Liz back that her being a vampire seemed inconsequential. According to Liz, he was so superstitious about the whole thing that he feared she might be taken away from him again if he asked too many questions.
Their relationship strengthened after Liz moved into the little house David had bought for them as a surprise. She’d been there for only a week when they got engaged. As a housewarming present, Robert had a lightproof sleeping chamber installed in their home so the happy couple could share the same bed.
Liz and David weren’t the only ones to have started cohabitating. I’d moved in with Robert the same night we discovered Liz was a vampire. A hasty, knee-jerk decision for sure—and if Tilly had been alive, she would have said things with Robert and me were moving way too fast—but when it’s right with a man, you just know it. Regardless, we were taking things day-by-day.
Life was perfect for once, which was strange. My best friend was alive (sort of), I had an amazing man, and my job as a decoy made me happy. I was so accustomed to struggling that I started to get suspicious when things finally started to go my way. Still, one day at a time was perfectly alright with me