Damn blood-sucking vampire, taking advantage of my weakness?!
"Are you really my good sister?" Sitting there waiting for me to die so you can drink my blood?
I hit, I hit...
I swung the pillow wildly, eliciting a series of wails and howls.
After driving her out of the room, I felt like I had regained most of my strength. I grabbed the water cup from the nightstand, gulped it down, steadied myself, and mustered the courage to rush into the bathroom.
The window seemed to have been opened, but if Lionel were really dead, there wouldn't be just this little bit of ashes left. There should be as much as a normal person's. A flicker of hope ignited in my chest.
I searched the floor carefully and found some scattered grayish-white powder, which I had trampled into a mess when I walked in earlier. In a panic, I stumbled and accidentally fell into the bathtub—God, I had stepped on Lionel's ashes! That little hope seemed to shatter again.
