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      I wake up to the sounds of sizzling and the smell of bacon. I rub my eyes and head to the bathroom. The alarm clock on my way out of the office says 10:00 AM. Huh. I did NOT get that much sleep. I wonder if this is how every Vampire in media history felt when they wake up if they ever slept of course. I yawn and stretch. May be next time I will stick with a marathon of shows that get peogressively worse throughout the series. What should I start with?

    Catch my sarcasm?

    Yes, I did as well. Thank you Damon Salvatore for teaching the world the beauty of impromptu sarcasm. It helps with my inner monologues like this one. I shake my head free of the thoughts as I splash water on my face to wake me up before I have caffine. I catch a glimpse of the tattoo that has been on my wrist for as long as I can remember...

   The Protection Pentagram, a symbol of protective white (good) magic. Not that I believe in that stuff.

   I never knew how or where I got it. I think it was because I never thought it important enough for me to remember. Who knows? "Belle! Belle Seaton-Guerra, get down here now or you are cooking yourself breakfast!" I cursed under my breath and run down the stairs. I hate cooking. I am not good at it at all. The last time I tried, about three days ago, I almost burnt down the house because I over cooked onions in the sautee butter.

    Then Mrs. Matthias had a mental breakdown about my inability to use a kitchen and how it was disgraceful.

   Whatever, I think to myself as I roll my eyes. I walk quickly down the stairs and head to the bright lemon colored kitchen. Instinctively, I close my eyes and hiss. I hear Grantaire chuckle behind me. I turn around and give him my famous "Where-the-hell-is-the-coffee?" look. Considering it is ten in the morning and I did not have any cups of coffee today, I think my demanding expression is quite justified. Of course, I have been watching the Vampire Diaries lately, and, well, taking a bit after Damon.

    "Over there." Grantaire nods his head to the coffee maker next to the fridge. Ugh. He just has the week American coffee. I need to get him an espresso machine one day when I have enough money. Grateful anyway, I pour myself a cup of coffee and Grantaire spots my tattoo. "I have been meaning to ask you for a while now, but what is with the tattoo?" He asks interested. Bringing the cup of coffee to my lips, I shrug.

    "Had it for as long as I can remember." I begin to explain. "I think I drew it on my skin with a sharpie once and it never washed off properly." I say with a smirk.

   "Huh. It's cool." Grantaire replies as he puts our pancakes, bacon, eggs, and condiments on the set table. How long was he up? The boy pulls out a chair for me and I smile. "My parents went to check on the Hartford estate for the day, so I was wondering what are we doing today." Grantaire makes the conversation. I shrug. My life has gotten a bit more interesting, but I am still in my rut.

    "I am probably ditching work today because I am three hours late. Then that means I am going to painfully await the arrival for my responses to my job applications." I answer honestly.

    "So nothing?" I am about to open my mouth to dispute it when he continues. "Because, I found this local addiction group for people trying to get over alcoholism, gambling, and drugs... I was wondering if we could go to a meeting today?" He asks. I am surprised. I thought I would have to coax him to talk to people. I smile lightly and nod.

    "Sure. If it is what you want." I answer. Grantaire's eyes become glassy and my peer shakes his head feverishly in confirmation.

    "It's time I carry on from the past." He tells me. I just stay quiet.

   "Okay. We will get ready after breakfast. Agreed?"

   "Agreed."