Oh, I was a fool. I should have known better. This girl sneering in front of me was more slippery than a bar of her $200 soap, and her heart was colder and darker then Lake Vostok. She had more tricks up her sleeves than a magician, and I had underestimated her. How dearly would I pay for that mistake?

She went downstairs and answered the door. I was surprised that it hadn't left already. This octopus had attacked as soon as she had heard anything, but we definitely had taken quite some time. Maybe it heard us and was coming inside to check! My hopes were high, then dashed. I would have heard it on the stairs. She had put me in the perfect spot to watch helplessly as she talked to it. She had her innocent mask, her 'popular' mask, on. I watched as it reluctantly, or maybe it was just my hopes, wrap around her neck. It hung loose. If I could have I would have shouted for joy, but I couldn't. It came off her.

Then, I watched as it went away. The symbol of the last night of my happiness was walking away and I couldn't do anything. It had been looking for me, but it couldn't find me. I was looking at it right now and he didn't know. I was hidden in plain sight. What use was he being a vampire if he couldn't even find me?

The actress came back upstairs, masks all off this time. As I waited for my sentence, I had a horrible thought, was I so plain that he didn't want the real me?