"Who are you?" I questioned dully, sitting up. She watched me, as if to see if I was about to start crying again. I took a deep breath and stared at her. Her eyes were a reddish-orange: The eye color of a vampire that just recently converted to "vegetarianism". I wondered if she had been living here with Tanya's family. I wouldn't have noticed.
"I'm Lydia," she said quietly. Her voice was slightly rougher than most vampires. Inadvertently, surprisingly, questionably, I liked that about her. I studied the strange vampire more carefully. Her hair was pale blond, stringy and long. It flowed around her gracefully. Light freckles dusted her nose, and her eyebrows seemed permanently arched. She smile and stood up. "Follow me!" she whispered in excitement. I did, impulsively jumping to my feet and trailing her out of the door. She led me outside, to a small grove of pine trees a few miles away from the house. It was deserted. Shimmery frost clung to each branch on every tree. Beautiful, I thought. It seemed amazing that I had been missing out on the wonder of nature, cooped up in the house in mourning. What else had I missed out on?
Lydia turned gracefully and sunk into a lotus position on the cold ground. She beckoned for me to follow. We sat there for a while, appreciating the soft snow drifting down, not saying anything. "I know you're in pain," she said after a while, turning to me. I was a little taken aback by her blunt approach.
"That's none of your business," I answered curtly. She stared at me, concern almost screaming from her eyes.
"Maybe not," she said quietly, "But it is your family's business. They miss you." I looked at her, wondering if she had been sent by one of them to bring me out of my depression.
"How long have you been here?" I asked, trying to hide my accusatory tone- maybe she really did care. She shrugged.
"A couple of months," answered Lydia. I nodded slowly. Silence returned, and the snow began to slow. Finally, she said, "I think we should go inside." I turned to her. There really was no reason. We wouldn't get tired or hungry from staying outside for too long. The snow didn't bother us. "They'll get worried," she said, answering my questioning gaze. She leapt up and extended a hand to help me up. It was a very human gesture. When I was standing up, we were extremely close and holding hands. Neither of us moved. Her cool breath ruffled my hair ever so slightly. I inhaled. Neither of us moved. Then, Lydia, sensing the strange tension, backed away. "We should go." I followed her back towards the house, wondering all the while why there had been such strangeness between us.