A few weeks passed by and I was slowly able to start to walk again. I was able to walk around my new home for a few minutes before my legs started to hurt. Troy came to visit a few times. He always apologized about my legs and I always said the same thing, “You did what you had to do to save the little girl.” But each time he came to talk to me he looked more and more angry and upset. I would ask him what was wrong but he just said “I just need you to get better and then we can talk about this matter” I would always be confused and I would let the subject drop. 4 weeks have passed and I can walk for at least 1-2 hours but the strangest thing happened the other day I overheard Troy and Sarah the maid talking the other day and I heard aunt emmas name come into play. When Troy said her name he was in agony I was curious so I made a clone of my self and to my surprise, my legs felt better like the clones have taken half of the pain so I slowly walked over to the door when I heard then approaching the door I ran to my bed then *snap* “AGGHHHHHHH” my leg had just broken. Troy busted into the room and he was in shock but he wasn’t looking at me. I followed his eyesight to find there was a man who looks half-human, half-vampire. Troy leaped in front of me and did something he never did he snarled.