A/N: Ah! I'm back! Everyone runs for cover at the sudden noise Oops, sorry! During the school year I get very busy but I hope you like this new chapter. I promise I won't ever leave you along like that for that long! Shrinks away from the evil glares I'm sorry.!

Chapter Twelve

Some Things Are Best Left Alone

I woke up and stretched out, it was Thursday, thank God. I read the clock and it read six o'clock. I laid there for a while and then I remembered, Newt. I sat straight up and looked around my room but I didn't see him. I only knew that what happened wasn't a dream because the window was wide open and there was a sticky note on my bed that read:

You Snore. Can't wait to see you at school.

Daniel Newton

I got up and got dressed looking forward to school, for once in my life. The only reason was Newt. I turned on my computer on my way out the door so that I could try to fulfill my promise. I have no idea how to do it but that doesn't mean I can't try. After all, nothing really is impossible after you meet a vampire and you thought they weren't real, you can see ghosts, you hunt murderers, and you can see the future. Yup, nothing is impossible to me now.

I walked downstairs and sat down to scrambled eggs and bacon set to a smiley face. The scrambled eggs were pushed up into two round ball-like things. I stared at my plate for a while trying to figure out why my food was smiling at me, but shrugged and poured maple syrup on my eggs. Anna sat down beside me and started to eat her smiley face fried eggs.

Jackson came in next and looked from me to my syrup eggs. "And you think I'm a freak," he said before eating his own smiley face eggs. The last to arrive was Zack, stumbling down the stairs with his eyes closed. It still amazes me how he can walk around with his eyes closed and not get hurt.

As soon as I was done with my breakfast, I put my plate in the sink and ran up stairs. I sat down at the computer but didn't know what exactly to look for. So I did what any logical human being would do, I went to Google. I typed in the obvious, 'how to turn a vampire back into a human', and to my surprise things popped up. Some of them were stupid and then the one that sounded the best made no sense. It was off the Buffy the Vampire Slayer website and it said you had to successfully stake a vampire. But everything I had read so far said that was how you killed them. I was really going to have to learn all about this vampire business.

"Riley, it's time for school!" Zach called up. I sighed and turned off my computer before rushing downstairs. Everyone was talking to each other in the car but I was too busy trying to figure out how to turn Newt back into a human and what the heck the website meant. Then again, it was Hollywood that came up with that.

Zach pecked me on the cheek as he was getting out of the door and that brought be back to reality. "Bye Zack," I called right when he shut the door. He waved and we drove off.

That was when I remembered. "Hey, Aunt Joanna, are you and Uncle Robert going away this weekend?"

"Oh, yes! I completely forgot to tell you girls and Zach. I am so sorry," she said looking rather shocked and apologetic.

"It's alright, we know how it is. After all mom and dad would sometimes leave to go to conventions as well," said Anna.

"How did you even know we might be leaving?" she asked.

"Jackson sort of let it slip but I was just making sure," I said. Aunt Joanna started telling us about the veterinarian conventions but I tuned her out. This time, though, I wasn't thinking about vampires and turning them back into humans. I was thinking about how I was going to get this party avoided or at least looked like it didn't ever happen.

I looked at 'dorky' Jackson, glaring daggers into the back of his head. Shivers went down his spine, I saw him look in the review mirror at me. Once again as soon as we stopped Jackson was out of the car in a second and Anna and I slowly tagged behind him, saying good bye to Aunt Joanna.

When I walked into the school I automatically started scanning the crowed for Newt. He did say he was going to be here right? But I didn't see him, no matter how hard I scanned the crowd. I felt disappointment start to take over me, but I stopped it right before it did. I really didn't need to start becoming a love-sick girl right then. I didn't ever really want to be one at all.

I went to homeroom and saw Sarah smile and wave Anna and me over. We smiled and made our way over to our seats and sat down. "Hey, what are you guys doing this weekend?" she asked.

"Apparently Jackson is throwing a wild party that we have to chaperone, why?" I asked.

"Oh," she said, her bright happy face falling.

"Why, what did you have in mind?" asked Anna.

"I was wondering if you two would like to come over," she said. "But since you both already have plans then I guess it really doesn't matter."

I looked at her saddened face and being the poor sap that I can be, I said, "Why don't you come over with Wesley and help Anna and me chaperone. After the party we can ditch the place and head over to your house and make Jackson clean up." I thought it was the greatest plan ever made and so did Sarah and Anna, as well as Wesley who had been eavesdropping.

"But what about Zach?" Anna asked.

Crap. I forgot about Zach. How could I forget about the little brother I held so dear to me. I thought for a while. There was no way I was letting him stay at Victoria's house because for one she was a girl, even though they were five (her plus a couple of hundred years), and also because she was a vampire. Even though I was pretty sure that the Newton family probably wouldn't do anything to him, I still didn't think it was safe.

"Why don't you let him come stay with us as well?" Wesley asked.

I looked at him. "Sounds like a plan to me," I said.

"Are you sure you won't mind him coming with us?" Anna asked.

"I'm sure; he's probably going to be asleep anyways by the time the party ends."

"I doubt that," I mumbled.

Mr. Glit came on the intercom and did the announcements and pledge and about ten minutes later the bell rang for first period. I half-ran half-walked to first period, I was that excited about art… and seeing Newt.

I ran into Mr. Glit on the way there. "Ah, Ms. Anderson. How are you this fine morning?" he asked. How he remembered my name already I do not know.

"I'm fine, um, I really have to go to class," I said running back down the hall. "See you later, Glitter!" I looked behind me at Mr. Glit's face, it was bright beat red. I couldn't help but laugh as I finally made it to the art room. When I came to the door my hand hesitated on the handle. What if last night was a dream? Well, that wouldn't have explained last night so I opened the door and walked over to my table which held a smiling Newt.

"You seem happy today," he said.

"I'm always happy," I said.

"Not really. The first day I met you at the airport you bit my head off."

"I bite everyone's head off the first time I meet them."

"I wouldn't list that as your best quality." We both smiled at each other and the very confused Weasel looked from one to the other. "Am I in some kind of alternate universe or is Riley really and truly being nice to you, Daniel?"

"I'm pretty sure this is reality," Newt said.

"I was afraid of that," Weasel grumbled. I couldn't help but wonder why he seemed so aggravated by it.

"Have you turned in your drawing yet?" Newt asked.

"Crap, I forgot to do that," I said and rushed to Mrs. Hypermeter's desk to turn it in. Because she decided she wanted to take the time to absorb the art, she let us just have a free period.

When Wesley got up and went to another table I turned to Newt. "I have information about the Indians."

"What is it?" he asked.

"They are striking out of revenge. They want their land to go back to their people."

"How do you know this if you don't speak their language?"

"Their chief spoke in English."

"And the others understood him?"

I opened my mouth only to close it again. That was very odd. "I guess you can understand others' languages in your dreams."

"I don't know that for sure, but it does sound more logical. Great, yet another mystery of my life that I have to solve," I said putting my hand to my forehead. This was all giving me a headache, especially since I've been having the same dreams of either the Indians or the couple every night but still don't know when it is going to happen.

"Do you know when they will begin the attack?"

"No, I don't even know when they are going to hold the meeting. All I know is that the meeting is at two o'clock when there is a crescent moon. I also know they plan to strike on a full moon."

"There is just one problem with this," he said.

"And that is?"

"Is it the waning crescent or the waxing crescent?"

I thought really hard on it. I took out my drawing that I did of the Indians and looked at the crescent moon. "It's the waxing crescent."

"Are you sure?" he asked.

I looked up at with a glare, "Yes, I'm sure."

"Just checking."

"Maybe you should trust me."

"I do trust you Riley."

"Apparently not enough."

He sighed, "Let's just drop it, OK?"

"Fine. So how are we going to stop them?"

"We aren't going to do anything."

Shock came over me. "Excuse me? I'm the one with the creepy visions and ghost-seeing abilities that gave you this information. I have every right to be there!"

"Do you want to get yourself killed?"

"If it helps someone else stay alive."

"Riley, you can't trust your visions entirely," he said sighing.

"What do you mean?"

"Let's say that you had a vision of a man being killed, but he was being killed because he was a murderer, would you stop the killing?"

"No, he deserves to die if he killed an innocent."

"Ah, but you don't know that. The only thing you know is that there is a man out there being killed. You have no idea if he is good or if he is bad. Kill the right person - congratulations, kill the wrong person - not only did you let the bad guy win but you also killed the innocent."

I realized what he was saying. "Yes, but these are teenagers that just want to get away and have their puppy love."

"This time. Who is to say what your next vision will show."

"That is why I do a background check every now and then."

"Riley, people don't always have to be bad from the beginning to be evil. A playful, cheerful child who no one would suspect of even thinking such a thought could come out and kill thousands."

"Once I get my grandfather's journal, I'll be able to control it, I'm sure."

"What all did your grandfather teach you?"

I felt uncomfortable telling him this. After all, Papa always said to keep my abilities a secret. 'You never know what people will do to you. You never know how they'll act. People are different nowadays. All they seek is power,' he had said. Now come to think of it, he was right.

"I don't really want to talk about it."

Newt looked at me for a while. "Alright, but I do have one question."

"Yes?"

"How can you touch a ghost?"

"Isn't it the same reason that you can?"

"Riley, I am part of the dead. Of course I can touch them, but you're just a human."

"I'm a human connected to the dead," I said. I shuddered at that. Just like the time I came up to my parents and told them I could see things. "Papa said that I'm their link, their light, their connection. I guess you could call me their phone line or something. But a ghost can touch you if it chooses to be touched, just like it can choose whether or not it wants to be seen. But people like me…psychics…we're different."

"How did you get this ability?"

"I thought it was just one question."

"One answer can leave you with a dozen more questions. No answer gives a direct answer or explanation, just more questions." He tricked me into that one.

"Fine," I said with a sigh. "There are two ways that I know of that you can get it. One, something tragic can happen to you. Like you almost die, someone close to you died, or you see someone die. And the second one is by inheriting it. I got it by inheritance. My grandfather chose to give it to me."

"He chose to give it to you?"

"Yes, when I was five he thought he was going to die so he transferred his psychic abilities to me."

"How?"

"It's all in his journal, that's why I need to find it."

"When will you start looking?"

"When I can, probably Thanksgiving week."

"You said that there are only two ways to get the ability that you know of."

"Yeah. Why are you wondering?"

"Do you think there is another way?"

"If you're chosen to have it."

"Like you?"

"No, I was chosen by someone who already had it. You don't have to be related to inherit the ability. What I mean by "chosen" is that who ever has control over all of the psychic abilities gives it to you."

"Controls over it? There are leaders? Cults?"

"Yeah, there are leaders. We aren't exactly a Cult, but there are laws."

"How do you know this?"

"Papa told me. He also took me to one of the meetings when I was eleven so I could be admitted or something like that."

"Admitted?"

"Yeah, they apparently have to keep track of us some how. We aren't that much different from your kind, I guess," I said. "Only without the teeth, the pale skin, being beautiful without trying, being able to fly, turning into bats, and the strange desire to drink blood. Oh, and also sleeping in a coffin."

He started shaking. At first I thought he was mad, but then he burst out laughing. "First off, we do not sleep in a coffin, or turn into bats. And we most certainly do not fly, the shadows carry us, or we run."

"That sucks, I wanted to fly sometime!"

"Perhaps I can take you with me in my shadow."

I looked down at his shadow and shuddered, "No thanks, I think I'll take a cab instead."

He laughed. "Secondly, you are just as pale as I am."

"I have a bit of color," I grumbled. "A lot more than you do."

"And last but not least, we are certainly not the same as your kind."

"I meant the cult part."

"Clan. We are not a cult, we are a clan," he said, then he murmured under his breath, "This is why I hate Hollywood"

"Clan, cult, they're all the same and start with the letter C so what does it matter?"

Newt shook his head at me. "A cult is a religion, a group of people who aren't related in anyway. In other words, anyone can join. While a clan is a family, some bound by blood and some chosen from the start."

"Are you all the same clan then?"

"No, there are other clans, some not as powerful as the others."

"So you're like the Irish, huh? What clan are you from?"

"I am part of the Alpha Vamp Clan."

"Alpha? So are you, like a prince or something?"

"No, no. I'm, uh, I'm like a knight that protects the prince. His bodyguard."

"Oh. So the prince of the vampires is here?"

"Yes."

"Who is he?" I already knew the answer before it came out of his mouth.

"My friend Josh."

"So you have to protect him?"

"Yeah."

"Is it hard?"

"Not really, you just sit on your butt all day and keep an eye on him."

"But he isn't even in this room; I thought you said you couldn't see through walls!"

He grinned, "I can't see through walls. People would get suspicious if we were in the same classes all day long and every year."

"How long have you been here?"

"A year."

I thought this over for a while. "Wouldn't people get suspicious about Victoria not growing up?"

He laughed. "Actually, she did grow."

"What? But vampires don't age," I paused, "Do they?"

"Over time we do, you usually stop aging until you reach late teen early twenties."

"That sucks, waiting ten years to get out of diapers and then just think how long it takes before you're able to go on roller coasters. I don't think I would be able to live with that."

He looked at me, and then started to laugh. "That's what you think about all of it? That you wouldn't be able to ride a roller coaster for a long time?"

"Dude, you would have to wait until you're what, one hundred, to ride a roller coaster. In my opinion, that sucks."

"Not if you were alive when roller coasters weren't even invented. And who said it was every ten years?"

"Um, it was off this movie, My Best Friend is a Vampire. I just assumed."

"You're close to it."

"You age every fifteen years?"

"Correct! And like I said, you stop when you look about late teen, early twenties."

"So if Victoria looks six then that means she's…," I did the math in my head, "about ninety years old!?"

"No, she's younger than that, more like fifty. You see, that part of her won't take affect until she reaches the age of 'twelve' because she was born that way, not turned. I was turned when I was twelve. When turned into a vampire it takes a lot longer for you to begin to age. Every vampire is different."

"Oh, wow, that's confusing. So then how old are you?"

"Two hundred fifty four, it's a lot to count and very boring to think another year down and not a step closer to the grave."

"So your parents, do they look early twenties?"

"Late twenties in my opinion."

"What do you mean?"

"Vampires can go through hard times that can make them look older, in vampire years, than their real age."

I blinked for a while, then looked around the room. Everyone was talking and not even paying attention to us, and it was a good thing too, or both of our secrets would be out in the world.

"So how old are your parents?"

"Around eight hundred years old."

"Oh… that's…that's a long time."

"It is."

"So, if there is a vampire prince, are there a queen and king?"

"Yes. They retire as soon as their child reaches three hundred and sixty five years old."

"Why that age?"

"It's like the days of the year and so we don't get stuck with the same king and queen all the time, but the elders have more authority over them."

"Elders?"

"When you reach one thousand years old, you are considered an elder. But there are only six elders."

"Six? Wouldn't there be more?"

"No, most get killed off by slayers, other vampires, or werewolves."

"Werewolves? They're real?" This shouldn't have shocked me. I mean, I was already talking to a vampire.

"That shouldn't shock you. You're a psychic and I'm a vampire, what makes you think that there aren't other supernatural beings?"

"Hey, I still barely accept myself, much less you, no offense, but this is still too weird for me. You have to remember, I'm just sixteen. I haven't had two hundred and whatever years to adjust to all this like you. I didn't even have sixteen years, I had eleven and I still don't believe it."

He chuckled at me for a while and just shook his head. "Anyways, werewolves are associated with the slayers because they have sharp claws that can easily rip us apart."

"That's scary."

"What's even more scary, is that most amateur slayers, and there are a lot, just go out and kill vampire after vampire and don't even stop to think that some of us are good. The head slayer right now happens to think the same way as the amateurs, that all vampires are evil."

"Surely he can see that some are good."

"He doesn't. He and his son don't even speak to the Alpha Vamp Clan like the other leaders did."

"Oh," was all I could say. "About the clan thing, if you can choose who gets in, then isn't that a cult?"

"Not really, we can produce offspring who are vampires."

"Really? I thought that was impossible. How?"

"Well, the child is alive inside the mother and when it is born it is alive, but then dies with the first breath, and becomes a vampire child."

"So you have to have a soul even if you become a vampire. That's why Hollywood doesn't think so because they think vampires can't have children."

Newt sighed. "Don't believe everything Hollywood tells you. They are the ones that make people afraid of us more than they should be."

"But you do drink blood, so that's why people are afraid. People don't like dying."

"We drink from animals, too."

"Animals?"

"Yes, such as cows, horses, dogs, cats, rabbits, deer, and the like."

"That is sick and wrong."

"Be glad we don't come after humans only."

I gulped at that. "Um, have you ever, er, you know, drunk from a human?"

"There are times when we do have to."

I sat there with wide eyes.

"Riley, are you OK? You're all red."

I hadn't even realized that I was holding my breath until he said that. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine. I just got a bad mental picture of it all." I shuddered. To think, the guy I liked, the guy right in front of me who is a vampire, that I have a crush on, drank from a human.

"Was this your vampire half or the human half?"

"I only did it once when in my human half, but every time in my vampire half."

"How many times have you turned into that half?"

He remained quiet. "Newt, how many times?" He still wouldn't tell me, he wouldn't even look at me. "Daniel," I said using his real name for the first time, "Please tell me, I have to know what I'm up against."

"You shouldn't have to worry about that, you know? You shouldn't have to worry how many times I turned into that other half…if I'm going to attack you." He turned away.

"Daniel, I'm not afraid. I just want to know, I need to know."

"I only remember nineteen times."

I got out a piece of paper and started to figure out if there was a pattern but I didn't see any. "How many people do you think?"

"Riley, I'm changing the subject."

"Newt, just round to the nearest, that's all I'm asking, then you can do what ever you want."

He let out a heated sigh, "Ten, ten every time I turn," he said getting up and leaving. He stopped and looked back at me, "Some things are best left alone," he said. He told something to the teacher then walked out of the room. A few moments later the bell rung and we all went to our classes.

I didn't see Newt the rest of the day. I started to get worried if he was OK, or if he hated me now. I knew I shouldn't have pressed him but I had to know. Eighth period I went to swim practice and even Coach O'Riley said that I seemed out of it. I told him I was just trying to figure out a problem, and told him that I was going to stay behind again. He said that it was all right.

I floated there thinking about what was going on with Newt and wondered if he hated me. I turned over and dove deep into the water. How I loved the feeling of the water rushing over me, the thought that everything was possible in it, that anything could happen. The feeling both frightened me and thrilled me. Just like Newt did.

I pushed my feet off the bottom to give myself tons of power to emerge at the surface. I waded there for a while watching the ripples go on and on forever. Forever…a strong word with such power, everyone wants to live forever. But how long is forever? Even vampires die.

'Would you like to live forever?' Ryan once asked me when we were little. At the time I thought I would, and then Papa died. Ryan asked the same question a few days after his funeral when I reminded him of it. 'No,' I had replied. 'I have these stupid psychic powers and Papa is in heaven. If everyone I loved were to die then I would like to be able to be with them again.'

Now come to think of it those are pretty strong words for a girl of thirteen years old. Then again I had to grow up sooner then all the other kids. I looked at the water and sighed. "Would you like to live forever?" I asked mainly to myself then to the water. "I don't want to stay here forever either."

I got out of the water, dried off, got dressed, called Aunt Joanna, and waited for her to pick me up. I was really tired all the sudden and just wanted to get home and sleep. When Aunt Joanna came, I got in and stared out the window. Even Aunt Joanna knows that when I do that, I didn't want to talk, so she drove on in silence.

When we got home I took a shower, dried my hair, got in my nightgown, and went to bed with Lela and Chance. But that night I didn't cuddle up to Lela for warmth, I cuddled up into her fur and cried. Mom always said that sometimes a girl just needs a good cry even if they didn't know why they were crying. But I knew why. I was crying because I remembered that saying and couldn't help but think about my loved ones. I missed my mom; I missed my dad and my grandpa. I missed my brother Ryan. I missed Colorado and all my friends there. I cried because I was sure Newt hated me. And of all things, I cried because I promised myself I wouldn't cry. But it's like mom said, sometimes a girl just needs a good cry. I fell asleep after crying myself dry.

I woke up to Chance's and Lela's deep warning growls. I opened my eyes and turned on my back to see Lela standing over me growling at something standing in the corner.

"Chance, Lela, what are you growling at? Go back to sleep," I said trying to push Lela down, but she wouldn't move. I sighed and sat up a bit to get a better look at what they were growling at. Then I saw it, a shadowy figure moving.

"Who's there? Is that you Newt?"

"Can you get your dogs to calm down?"

"No, come over and let them smell you."

"No."

"Why not?"

"Dogs don't like vampires."

"Don't tell me you believe in that Hollywood crap," I said with a faint smile.

"I don't. That's not a lie."

"Just give it a try. If you're a vampire, then it really shouldn't hurt you should it?"

"Just because I can live forever doesn't mean that I don't get hurt."

"Whatever. If you're just going to stand there, then I'm going back to sleep. Good night," I said with a yawn and turned over. I closed my eyes planning on going back to bed till I heard someone slowly creeping over to the bed and Lela and Chance getting angrier.

"Try using that weird hypnotizing power you vampires have."

"We don't have that power, people are just attracted to us and since humans feel the need to always be with beautiful people they feel the need to be with vampires."

I snorted, "Doesn't work on me I guess."

"Because you, Riley, are very strange."

"Thanks, I'll take that as a compliment."

I heard him stop moving. No doubt he was by my bed now. He raised a hand to let the dogs sniff him. First, they sniffed the air, then Lela sniffed his hand first. I felt her tail wag and she settled back down beside me on the bed. Chance looked at Lela and then sniffed Newt's hand. He still looked to be on his guard but seemed satisfied enough to go back down to the foot of my bed and watch him.

"See, not so bad now was it?"

"No, but if it had been wolves then I would surely be dead."

"Lela is a Husky, I guess you could call her part wolf."

"All dogs are part wolf, they're canine."

"Shut up."

"Just stating a fact."

"No, you're being a smart-aleck. What do you want anyways?"

"Just wanted to make sure you're safe."

"Uh huh, now the truth."

"I wanted to let you know that I was sorry for just storming off when you were asking questions. You're right, I showed you that the world held vampires, and you need to know more about it. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gotten angry with you."

"I'm sorry, too. I shouldn't have pushed you into telling me until you were ready to let it be known."

"Here, I wanted to give you this," he said reaching into his pocket.

"What is it?" I asked, now in full sitting position with my knees to my chest.

"A ring."

"Oh…thanks, but you didn't have to get me a ring. I would have forgiven you without it."

"This is a special ring though. It's the Blood Ring."

"Sounds gruesome."

"Not really. If a vampire has it, then they can use the blood ring to feed, but this is only for emergencies. If a human wears it and are bitten, then they won't die of blood loss."

"That's weird," I said as he grabbed my right hand and slipped it on my ring finger. I looked more closely at it. It was a gold band with a ruby the color of blood set in it. There was a crest on one side that had a fang and a white wolf, and on the other side was a blood drop in a black wolf, and in the middle was V overlapping with an A and in the A was a C.

"This is really cool, Newt. Thanks."

"It's to keep you safe. I hope you have a good night," he said before leaping out my window in his shadow.

I stuck my head out my window and looked around the shadows but didn't see any of them moving. I sighed and looked up at the moon. Today was now Thursday and there was a Waxing Gibbous out. Tomorrow would be the full moon, the day the Indians strike. I sighed and whispered good night to no one before I closed my window. I guess I'm going to have to start locking it, I couldn't help but think as I crawled out of my bed and over to the my desk. I got out the piece of paper that had down all the numbers and made a table.

It looked something like this:

Vampire Years: Fifteen

Newt's Vampire Age: Sixteen (Soon to be Seventeen)

Newt's Human Age: Two Hundred Fifty-four

Remembers Turning: Nineteen times

I thought about it for a while. I thought for a long while. He's sixteen in vampire years so I subtracted three from nineteen to get sixteen. I started to divide his human age by his vampire age when I stopped and instead subtracted the vampire years by his age. I got sixteen with a remainder of fourteen over fifteen left over. I blinked and realized that he turns every fifteen years, every vampire year, his vampire year was about to come up. I looked down at the three I subtracted and circled it. Why did he turn here? I guess he lost control.

I thought for a while and saw the number ten on my paper. I timed that by nineteen to get one hundred ninety. My heart began to race as I underlined it and added on my table:

Killed every turning: Ten

Total Killings: One Hundred Ninety

I gulped, that was a lot of humans. He did round so it could be lower…or higher. I felt a shiver go down my spine and my head began to hurt really bad. He was right, I should be afraid. The only thing I was afraid of really wasn't of him but for him.

A history lesson I didn't want to know. A history lesson that I needed to know. This is why I don't like history, too many things that you seemed fascinated by in the beginning, but frightened by you when you dig deeper. You learn to fix mistakes by looking back into history, but there are some things that can't be fixed, some things that shouldn't be meddled with. No one ever tells you that in the saying.

I crawled back into my bed and tried to sleep, but I couldn't. I couldn't help but wonder if Newt knew. If he knew that he turns every fifteen years, if he knew that was coming real soon.

I sighed and turned over on my side. Some things are best left alone after all.

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