To my surprise, Edgar, Robin’s dad was eagerly awaiting us. His pale skin seemed to glow as the frantic flames of the fireplace cast an orange light throughout the room. He looked much like any father would, or perhaps what I had always envisioned what a father would look like, since I never met mine. Edgar was speedily setting up one of the oversized tables with books, papers and pens among many other subjects of study that I mentally described as his “torture devices.” I was never particularly fond of school or studying, and Robin blatantly pointed it out, judging by my lack of vampire knowledge. However, now that I was going to become a vampire, hopefully, studying about them would be much more interesting. Especially since I already liked the teacher. “Oh, Claire, this is going to be an exciting evening!” Edgar bubbled with enthusiasm as he rushed toward me in a flash of speed. He stopped in front of me suddenly and with a slow movement, he held his hand out for mine.
