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As she wakes up, Aggie swears she can hear roaring, as though someone's tearing past on a motorcycle outside. Only when she opens her eyes, all she can see is Goblin purring on her chest, the rumbling louder than anything ever. She's also more aware than ever of the particular smell of her cat, not unpleasant but familiar. However, now she's picking up the scent of his food, of his cat litter, even the lingering scent of his favorite rubber toys.

Aggie knows she's never done this before and it doesn't matter that it's late at night. She has to go to Barbara.

Quickly, she hurries upstairs and knocks on Barbara's door.

"I think something happened again!"

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Aggie jumps a little, shaking her head even as she revisits her own phrasing. "No, I never actually do it. I just joke about it–I know he doesn't like fire and I'm usually..." she trails off with a determinedly embarrassed smile.

"Do you want me to make tea while you're in the kitchen?"

"No, I think this requires coffee, I've got it, Sparky." Part of me wishes I was just delirious from too many late nights, except that now that I'm not patrolling every night, I'm getting more sleep now than I have since before I came here. But despite everything, there is just something horribly amusing about the whole thing. I am taking care of a thirteen-year-old former ghost who was executed for witchcraft in ye olden days who now routinely threatens her vampire friends on fire. And who woke up today possibly - probably - a vampire herself.

If this were a movie pitch, I'd be laughed out of Hollywood.

But it's real life, and she's probably got to be a little freaked. So maybe instead of making all these decisions about what we should and shouldn't be doing, maybe I should ask where she wants. Other than the obvious. "So what do you think our next move should be?"

"All right," Aggie says. Trying to be discreet, she unwraps one of the steaks and puts it on a plate. The vague scent of flesh makes her stomach twist with fear and anticipation, but she knows it will help.

I'm not intentionally ignoring Aggie, but seeing her look at that raw steak it's just. Eeesh. And ewww. Whatever this is, whatever's been done to her, I really hope we can find a way to reverse it. While the coffee brews, I head to my bedroom to grab my laptop. Maybe there's something online, maybe it's not just Aggie. Maybe there's someone up at this hour that can help.

Heading back into the kitchen, I open the computer and start scrolling through recent online posts, social media, anything that could give me a clue. "Are you sure nothing strange happened to you yesterday? Where did you go, anywhere new?" Anything that could give me a clue to track down.

It's better, in her mind, that Barbara doesn't look. The raw steak helps in the way that drinking water on an empty stomach does. There's something inside of her, but it's not real sustenance.

"I came home from school. I talked with Flavia a bit and then I came inside and you've been with me up until I went to bed and nothing happened there..."

"That makes this a city thing then." one of those things that just seems to happen. Like Ice Bees. Or everyone being here in the first place. Not that it makes me feel any better because hell, having something I could actually chase down would be the ideal here, even it it was crazy and magical.

"Which means it might be temporary? I mean the really crazy things that happen seem to have a short shelf life. So this might just be something we have to ride out for a little while." Oh, God I hope so, because I'm barely up to raising a little witch, I don't know if I can handle a little vampire.

"Good," Aggie agrees. Eating the steak, completely raw, puts a more stable feeling in the pit of her stomach even if she's a little repulsed by what she's just done herself.

"I still think the Furbies are worse."

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