The goth girl's heart was beating like an African drum as Mary led her towards the staircase and up to the luxurious master bedroom. 'What is it about being immortal that makes you like having a huge bed?' she wondered. She had seen this room when Mary had given the tour earlier, but she couldn't have imagined in her wildest dreams that she would be spending this kind of time there. It was a four-poster bed with heavy black drapes, something like she had expected from Sadie's home. Mary pressed Melissa face first against one of the posts. When she spoke, her voice was wracked with nerves.

"I have not...