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I was a witch, one of a sisterhood of witches. We lived in a city in Europe populated by tramlines, not unlike Zurich, and it was always night. There was also a sisterhood of vampires who were seducing and eating children. The head witch had too been murdered as revenge. My final memory is my confrontation with the last vampire (I was the heroine this time, and had destroyed the other seven). I remember first my jaws against her fangs, and then, as dream-logic shifted, my jaws against her throat, breaking skin and vessel, her weight in my arms, her chalk white eyes, her red salt blood.

(I've been sleeping on my brother's couch in Charlottesville, Virginia, by the way.)