| Supernatural Society

Every time the tree outside would scratch against the window, it sounded like nails across a chalkboard. Every time someone turned on a car, she was sure it was vampires pulling up to kill her. Every single time anything happened, her mind feared the worst.

She realized as she stared at the fan slowly going in circles, that she missed her old life less than she'd thought. In the little time she'd had to think about it, she'd assumed the novelty of her new situation would wear off, but she was getting more and more eager to learn. She'd always been a creative person. The concept of having a world she had never seen before –a magical underground – was enough to confuse and excite her. For heaven's sake, she had a werewolf in the other room. Other people in the hotel would leave the next day without having any clue about their monstrous companion sleeping near them. How many times had she run into enchanted people without knowing it?