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Jenson looked a little embarrassed. “You’re welcome, Bea.” He looked down at where he had been digging and then back at Beatrice. “I’ve always felt sorry for you, being stuck here for so long, watching girls come and go, and being your friend was the only thing I could think of doing to help you.”

“I do appreciate it.” Beatrice sighed. “If…” She shook her head. “When the time comes and I leave this place, if I don’t get a chance to say good bye, I want you to know that I’ll miss you. It’s been good to have a friend I know won’t leave, that I can talk to about anything.” Reaching out with a tentative hand she gently touched Jenson’s shoulder. “Even though I hate watching them go I think I’ll hate leaving you behind just as much.”

“I’ll miss you when you go, too.” Jenson smiled. “Normally the girls here don’t really make much of an impression on me, but you… you were different right from the beginning.”

“How was I different?” she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.

Their eyes met. “I probably shouldn’t tell you. Management wouldn’t like it.”

“Management have kept me here without an explanation for years. I honestly don’t care what they would or wouldn’t like.”

“You were the daughter of hunters. The vampires who killed them knew about this place and thought it would be the best place for their five-year-old daughter.” Jenson sighed. “For a while we were on alert, not knowing if someone might come after you, but eventually management stopped worrying. No one came, so either no one else knew you existed or they lost track of you. Hunters can’t know this place exists otherwise they would have done their best to destroy it.”

Beatrice stared at Jenson, unable to believe what she’d just been told. The memories of her childhood before she’d arrived at the school were fuzzy at best and it had been the same for almost all the other girls. None of them knew why they were at the school, but they knew what would happen once they turned sixteen.

“What about the others?”

“Most are brought here by vampires as foundlings. Management doesn’t ask questions. They just know that for every girl they take to the auction they’ll get a percentage of the amount she sold for. You’re all taught to be grateful for what you have and prepared for the future as best they can. I was told your story because I happened to know one of the vampires who brought you here.”

“Do you care how we’re brought here?” Beatrice asked, trying not to let her feelings fill her voice.

“Look, Bea, I’m just the gardener. I get paid to make sure the flowers don’t die. Until you arrived the girls were nothing more than flickers in my awareness and now…” Jenson shook his head. “I probably should care more, but no one else has ever really mattered to me.”

Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.

July 2017

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