Devilia tore through the bushes and into the wilderness. Running to find her grandmother, to catch up with her, to tell her she mustn't go near the cave. Devilia tripped on a root and fell...............
She awoke with a start and looked around. This wasn't familiar. What had happened? Devilia had been sleep-walking again. Ever since her grandmother had died, Devilia had walked, during her sleep, into the wilderness. But NEVER had she gone this far. She walked for HOURS and then, finally, stomached the fact that she was lost.
Devilia's grandmother had been killed by a vampire. The vampire had once been thought friendly, her grandmother wanted to meet him. All her life she had been desperate to meet a vampire. So she had stepped into his cave, and he attacked. No one dared to go in to retrieve her body.
Ever since that had happened, Devilia had been sleepwalking, trying to tell her grandmother to turn back...
but it was too late. She was dead. Devilia was only nine. She still couldn't believe her grandmother had died. She sat on the couch at home, waiting for her grandmother to return from the gymnasium. But she never came home.
And now Devilia was lost, in the wilderness, all by herself. Then, she came up with a thought, a daring thought that most nine year olds would never dream of.............
She awoke with a start and looked around. This wasn't familiar. What had happened? Devilia had been sleep-walking again. Ever since her grandmother had died, Devilia had walked, during her sleep, into the wilderness. But NEVER had she gone this far. She walked for HOURS and then, finally, stomached the fact that she was lost.
Devilia's grandmother had been killed by a vampire. The vampire had once been thought friendly, her grandmother wanted to meet him. All her life she had been desperate to meet a vampire. So she had stepped into his cave, and he attacked. No one dared to go in to retrieve her body.
Ever since that had happened, Devilia had been sleepwalking, trying to tell her grandmother to turn back...
but it was too late. She was dead. Devilia was only nine. She still couldn't believe her grandmother had died. She sat on the couch at home, waiting for her grandmother to return from the gymnasium. But she never came home.
And now Devilia was lost, in the wilderness, all by herself. Then, she came up with a thought, a daring thought that most nine year olds would never dream of.............
