*Blair's Point of View*
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Before I could fall on the floor, I regained my consciousness by biting my lips with my fangs. It sure hurts, but the arrow got its poison, and I need to fight it by drinking my blood.
I finally got up, and I saw the woman with a concerned look on her face with teary eyes. Why is she crying? I did not die.
"Claudette," she uttered.
How the heck did she know my second name?
"Who are you?" I asked her curiously. But instead of answering me, she touched my face, and tears finally fell from her warm blue eyes.
"You're alive," she said, and her touch was just so comforting and soft.
She caressed my cheek, and then she hugged me. Well, this is weird. It's like I know her, is she my mo... No, Marge said that she's dead.
I broke up from her hug, and I stared at her like I was looking for an answer. I need answers. I went in here for it.
"My child." And, she said it.
My tears are building up in my eyes, but I held them back.