#and the sad truth is. that could have been expanded upon with a Good Sequel

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Now that I think about it more I guess one of my Very Few Gripes with Wreck-it Ralph is that Felix never properly apologized to Ralph after so many years of mistreatment.

In the Fungeon scene at least Felix starts to understand after going through mistreatment himself. And he and the nicelanders are kind to Ralph by the end- great !! But . MAN. I would’ve died to hear a proper “Ralph, I’m so sorry for everything I put you through for the past 30 years. I had no idea you were hurting that badly and I could have been so much kinder to you” you know. But at least it is very much implied.

Just because you are good guy doesn’t mean you are good guy ? Thanks zangief

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Dracula uncovered: We talk to cocreator Mark Gatiss about that episode two twist

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As the BBC’s blood-draining drama concludes tonight, we talk to the show’s cocreator about the two episodes so far: how they originally planned to set the second episode in the Seventies, how Dracula could make a second-series comeback, and that twist...

GQ: First, congratulations on the on the huge success of Dracula so far. You must be thrilled with the reception...

Mark Gatiss: Yes, well, I don’t honestly read reviews. But I’ve seen it’s got five stars and so on, so I don’t have to! What I like more than anything is getting a sense of a buzz, a lovely sense of something happening, which is always nice.

GQ: So the big twist at the end of the second episode is that, after the period setting of the first two episodes, the third is set in the present day. Dracula AD 2020, if you will...

MG: [Laughs.] Everyone’s saying that!

GQ: Was that always going to be the case?

MG: Yes, it was. Steven [Moffat, cocreator] sent me a picture the other day – it was one of those Timehop pictures – and it was actually three years since we went out for lunch to literally start thrashing it out. Our very earliest idea was to do episode one and was sort of a very tight, 90-minute version of the novel. Episode two would be something like Dracula at 1972 – sort of period but modernised. And three would be completely modern day. But then we talked about how it would be a shame to feel like we got through Bram Stoker in one episode and that maybe the best way to look at it was to try to do the book in three episodes. But do each one very distinct. The idea came with doing [second episode] "Blood Vessel" based entirely on four pages of the book, just expanding this this marvellous idea [of Dracula sailing to England], and then we can have this twist which no one would see coming. And incredibly we got away with it. I really thought it would leak. But no one saw it coming and I'm so pleased, as we live in such a spoilery age.

GQ: The second episode is almost like Snakes On A Plane, only Dracula On A Boat...

MG: [Laughs.] That was the working title...

GQ: But also a bit Murder On The Orient Express. Again, on a boat...

MG: Well, the problem was, and in the first draft actually, he [Dracula] was more hidden, literally hiding in the box and appearing nightly to knock people off. And we can't do this. We've promised ourselves to foreground the character more. So what if he was just hiding in plain sight? What if he was just one of the passengers, and as soon as you do that, then it becomes a list of potential suspects. Except it's like Colombo – we know who the murderer is! And yet he’s also like the detective.

GQ: Very quickly, I really want to know who wrote the very funny line from the first episode, “You should never rush a nun”?

MG: I think that was one of Steven’s. Yes, definitely one of Steven’s.

GQ: So, naturally I don’t want you to give anything away that would count as a spoiler, but can you give us any idea of how the time leap happens from the ship going down at the end of the second episode to Dracula arriving on the coast in the modern day? I trust he hasn’t been just walking on the seabed really slowly all that time...

MG: [Laughs.] No, no, he's just been in the box longer than he thought.

GQ: A really terrifying element of the first episode was the undead victims of Dracula nailed into wooden boxes for eternity. How did you come upon that particularly nightmarish scenario?

MG: It was partly inspired by The Hunger, a fantastic Tony Scott horror film with Catherine Deneuve and David Bowie. It’s not quite the same idea but her lovers all reach a point after several hundred years where they start to decay and she doesn't. And so she puts them away in the attic. It’s very moving, a wonderful film. With Dracula, there's some sadness to it. But it came from our initial discussion. Why is Dracula special? What are the rules of the beast? That’s why the episode is called that. You know, there's so many things... he’s simultaneously all powerful and also vulnerable to practically anything. You know, I don’t know how he gets out of bed. He can’t cross running water, he can’t touch hawthorn, sunlight, crucifixes... so we just had to figure out just what our rules are. And then that became a very exciting thing, with Agatha [the nun] saying why can’t he come in uninvited? Maybe there’s more to it... And so part of that is that he’s different, he’s the best of them, he chooses people very carefully and literally absorbs their talent.

GQ: As you say, you have, with these rules, a kind of fun with this idea of these were seemingly disconnected things in the first episode where you have to start with the idea of: are they all part of the same thing? You know that all these things that seemed to be not connected at all. But are they? Do you get to the bottom of that in the final episode?

MG: Yes.

GQ: I’m guessing you’re not going to tell me any more...

MG: No…

GQ: Fair enough. I know Dracula doesn’t exactly lend itself to an ongoing Sherlock-like series. But does that necessarily mean that there couldn't be another three films later on down the line?

MG: Well, Dracula tends to come back, doesn’t he? I mean, certainly, it's interesting. It's not what Stoker ever had in mind. Well, actually, the truth is, Dracula was a success. But the book was not the sort of success we imagine it to be until after he died. If he'd known how much of a success it [would] be [he'd have] definitely written a sequel! But Dracula is a strange book. It's very haphazard. The first third is extremely good but the rest is uneven. There’s an interview he [Stoker] gave to an American paper where he vaguely talks about a sequel set in America, interestingly... And in the series of films he does come back a lot.

GQ: It’s quite graphic. People get beheaded, a baby gets turned into one of the undead at one point... Was there any part you got pushback from the BBC on?

MG: The baby in the carpet bag is actually in the novel. It’s a ghastly little moment and it’s not done very often [in adaptations]. Dracula had brought it as a little tit-bit for his bride. We had a lot of discussions but there wasn't much pushback really about gore. Really, I was thrilled with how much we got away with. But it's funny, isn't it? The thing that caused most people sleepless nights was the fingernails falling off. And no one is going to send a memo saying, “I'm afraid we can't have people pulling their fingernails off at nine o’clock on BBC One”, because it’s not the most horrific thing in it. And yet it is, isn’t it? But we wanted to make it properly scary. My favourite bit of episode one is where Harker uncovers the vampires in the boxes and is chased into Dracula’s tomb and then Dracula rises up from it. It’s pure Hammer Horror.

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During a particularly long stretch of writer’s block, Haymitch Abernathy discovered a world of his own making. (AU)

Chapter 10 – Your World, My World

“I – There’s no easy way to say this, sweetheart, but I don’t know what you are,” he looked down at his hands. “You started – I make characters come to life. Katniss and Peeta – they aren’t real. Finnick and Annie aren’t either. One day they were just there, you know? And I’ve got no explanation for it so I – I wrote you…. I wrote you and here you are.”

He felt her staring at him and when he raised his head, the look on her face was indescribable. She was torn between trying to understand him and forcing herself to sit and not flee in horror at his apparent insanity but to her credit, she stayed.

“You are not making any sense.”

Haymitch scoffed.

“You’re not real, you understand? I wrote you. I know it sounds fuckin' insane but that’s the best I’ve got, sweetheart. You’re only here ‘cause of me. And… We can’t do this anymore,” he gestured at the space between them and the regret tasted bitter on his tongue.

“Haymitch Abernathy,” she snapped and in her eyes were all the fury of a woman one should learn not to cross. “If this is your way of ending things with me then it is in poor taste. Do not come up with such – such dramatic excuse just because you are bored of me. What I do not understand is,” she frowned, “what has this got to do with my cat? Are you truly ending things with me because I wanted to leave town for my cat?”

“Effie,” he let out a breath, paused and pinched the bridge of his nose. This was going horribly wrong. “You don’t exist, you understand? Your cat doesn’t exist. I ain’t trying to break up with you. That’s the last thing I want. I want you,” he said, the admission making it passed his lips. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything else in my life.”

Her gaze softened and yet, she did not approach him, wary as she was.

“You are all that’s good here but we can’t do this, sweetheart,” he stepped forward, bridging the gap between them.

A sad half smile sprung on his lips even as he cupped her cheek.

“I think – I think you’re just something in my head,” he said in a rush of breath because that had been his paramount fear. "I have to get out before it's too late."

Except, he tried to rationalise, Effie and the others had converse with people in this town. They couldn’t possibly be in his head alone.

“Haymitch,” she began in a frighteningly calm voice. Effie framed his face between her hands and forced him to look at her. “Are you ill? How many bottles have you had to drink today?”

“Lesser than before you came around,” he spat, a little annoyed that she was chalking this up to his alcoholism.

All these time, he had stopped trying to find an explanation for their presence and had come to accept them as being a part of his life. It felt right even if some part of him knew that something was inherently wrong but now... Well, now he was forced to confront the truth that they were not like him. He was trying to make her understand it even though a part of him felt as if it was being torn apart.

Haymitch closed his fingers around her wrists to bring her hands down to her sides.

“I’m not drunk. I wish I am right now but that ain’t the case. I’m – This has been going on too long. Effie,” he breathed out, “You need to know and I think something’s wrong with me,” his gaze flitted to her and he wondered if she could see the fear and the doubt plain as day. “Do you think I’m crazy? Because I think I am. I don’t want to be locked up at some psychiatric facility but you’re right here and it’s insane. It’s fucking insane, Effie.”

“Haymitch…”

He owed Effie the truth. He owed her an explanation for her 'loss' of memory of her life in the city and her past. Everyone has a past except for her, in this world.

Without waiting for her to finish, he grabbed her hand and tugged it forward, leaving her with no choice but to follow his lead. When they reached the study, Effie pulled her hand free, tossing him a confused look.

“I’m not allowed here. You made that explicitly clear.”

“Yeah, cause I was trying to hid it from you. I can’t risk you or the kids finding out,” he explained, “but you need to see this. It’s time.”

The room was dark despite how bright it was outside. The curtains had been pulled shut as if to close it off from the rest of the world. To the left of his typewriter was a piled of papers, sheets upon sheets of the second novel he was working on. It was nearly done and he would have it on the desk of an editor in a few weeks’ time, at most.

Haymitch brought her to a wall and she stood in front of it, her eyes tracking the numerous papers filled with his scribbles that were tacked on it.

“That’s just the tip of the ice berg,” he told her. “I have more.”

Her fingers gently traced a yellow post-it note with Katniss’ name on the wall. Then she moved on to Finnick.

“Who is Lief?”

“My brother,” Haymitch answered. “I created Finnick based on him.”

“You created….”

Haymitch showed her the papers with the full character profiles – details on Katniss and Peeta – and the brief short story he had written about most of these characters including her.

Effie gasped when she came upon her own paper. Her eyes widened in surprised.

“I’ve never – How did you know all these?” she demanded. “I have never told you my sister’s name or anything else about my family. I’ve never talked about my nephew.”

“You don’t have to. I know them anyway because I wrote it. It didn’t start that way, sweetheart, but as I was writing my second novel, I expanded your character along with the others.”

“Stop it,” she screeched. “Stop referring to me as a character. That’s not what I am.”

“You exist because of me. This is your past that I wrote.”

“No,” she shook her head ferociously, refusing to believe it. "What you are saying is impossible."

If he thought her mind was fractured before, then what he was doing was breaking her apart. He pulled her into his arms, a poor attempt at trying to hold together the pieces that made her who she is.

“You never had a cat, sweetheart,” he whispered. “You’re allergic to them. Something ain’t right with you and I think it’s my fault. I think the plot holes when you exist here is too much and – I don’t know, alright? I can’t explain it ‘cause I don’t myself but this isn’t real.”

She ripped herself from his arms and hit his chest hard.

“Stop it, Haymitch,” she snarled angrily. “What we have is real. I love you,” she said, her eyes flashing and he wanted to tear his hair out.

That was the first time he heard it and this wasn’t how he wanted it to be. It wasn’t fair, he wanted to shout. It wasn’t fair that he had a woman who loved him and who he cared about a great deal only for this to be the way it was.

“I love you,” she repeated, “and that is real. Whatever else you believe in, you have to believe in that too.”

She was afraid, he could tell. He was never good at giving comfort and even if he was, right now, he had no words of comfort to offer her. His own fear was threatening to consume him.

“Then what are these?” he asked tiredly, waving his hand at the papers and the wall. “What are these things, Effie?”

“I … I want an answer for this as much as you,” she told him quietly.

Effie walked around the room, taking in every piece of information and came to a stop in front of a shelf he had covered with a piece of cloth. When she pulled the cloth down, it was to see three piles of books lying down on the shelf; books he had checked out from the library and bought from the town’s bookstore so Effie and the others would never stumble on it.

He held his breath as she took The Plague in her hands and began browsing it. She stopped at a page, bringing the book closer to read it and when she looked up, it was with her mouth agape.

“These are my grandparents,” she breathed out.

“Yeah,” Haymitch affirmed.

“This Rebellion…. I’ve heard of it,” she frowned. "I feel... I feel as if someone has told me about this before... in another life."

He turned his head so fast towards her.

“You’ve heard of it?”

“Yes,” she nodded slowly. “I remember it like a distant memory. My mother… She wouldn’t talk about it when I ask.”

“That makes sense,” he ran an agitated hand in his hair. “That is your world, Effie. Not this. This one’s never yours. And I think – I think when I wrote you in my second novel, it’s affecting you as you are now. Logically, you would never have a memory of being taught the First Rebellion. I mean.. it was only recently that I wrote you but I – I weaved your storyline into that world. That backdrop becomes part of your past now. It enriches you as a character – gives you depth.”

She looked at her hands then and turned it this way and that as if for the first time, she was starting to believe what he said. The Plague must have affected her in a way that his initial convincing could not. She was starting to make sense of the details and it was not something he could lie about, especially about her grandparents.

“Sweetheart,” he grabbed her hands. “I know this is scaring the livin' shit out of you. I’m going to – “

She clicked her tongue disapprovingly. “Language.”

“- fix it.”

And in that moment, he truly believed it. He dug this hole. He could get them all out. Haymitch shook her shoulder a little when she remained silent.

"Effie, I'll fix it."

“I would not advise it. I do not think you can or should tamper further, for that matter."

Her gaze was fixed at something or rather, someone, outside of the window. From where they were standing in the study, Haymitch caught sight of Finnick running towards Peeta's house with Annie lagging behind him, looking just as distraught.

"I have not seen Finn's name in any of your characters. You have not written him yet, have you? He is not part of your sequel novel, is he, Haymitch?" she asked.

"He isn’t. At least not yet."

"He's gone. Finn's gone," Effie pointed out. "Finnick and Annie would never leave him alone. They lost him because he is not part of the narrative in your story as yet."

Haymitch could hear their raised voices through his window and Annie's cries. Finnick was decidedly torn between trying to comfort her and pleading with Peeta to send a search party.

"What will happen to me if I stay?"

It was a rhetorical question at best. None of them had the answer to that question. It would be a gamble.

"If I do not belong here," Effie took a shuddering breath, "then neither do they. Their life is unhinging itself. Did you write Peeta having a bakery or Finnick setting up a seafood store here? Did you write me as an estate agent?"

There was almost an accusatory tone in her voice.

"No," Haymitch answered truthfully. "When Katniss and Peeta came, they paved their own way. Just as Finnick and Annie did. I imagined you as a model, sweetheart. You surprised me when you came here as Katniss' and Peeta's agent."

"You have no control over us here," she said in realisation. "Which means... You can't fix us here."

“Prim!”

They glanced at each other and as one, they moved towards the window. Katniss seemed disoriented and lost.

"Peeta," she approached him. "Where's Prim?"

Detaching himself from Finnick's grip, he turned his attention towards Katniss, the concern etched on his face.

"Are you alright, Katniss? What is – Why are you asking about Prim? She’s … She hasn’t been with us for a while. You know that. That's why we moved here. What's - " he glanced at the Odairs and then at Katniss, trying to figure out this sudden unexplainable change.

“I can undo this, Effie,” he turned to face her. “That book I'm nearly done writing doesn’t have to exist.”

Haymitch grabbed the stack of papers next to the typewriter, fully intending of tossing them in the fire but a quick decisive movement from Effie stopped him in his track.

"You cannot do this, Haymitch. I do not know a life other than the one you have brought me to but I have a family somewhere in a world that is not here. So do they," Effie gestured in the direction of Peeta's house. "Katniss' sister is still alive. Peeta still has a family. Finnick and Annie will not remember this tragedy of losing their son. Babies do not just disappear, Haymitch. It is unnatural, as unnatural as... As me being a mere character," she forced the words out.

"You're not," he rushed to placate her despite his claims earlier. "You're more than that to me and the kids."

"You were the one to tell me that this is not real," she pointed out. "Will I remain stuck in this town forever? Neither of us knows that. You hardly know how any of this works. Are you intending to write Finnick's son and hope that he too comes to life? What if what happened to me does not happen to Finn? What about Katniss? You cannot bring Prim back into this world. She is dead in this world, is she not? Even if you manage to, it will be difficult for Katniss to wrap her head around it, too. Everything here is wrong. I see it now. You need to see it, too."

“I can’t lose you. Sweetheart, please."

Haymitch hated how vulnerable and pathetic he sounded but that was the truth and he was desperate to hold on to her just a little bit longer, selfish as it was. He had nothing else to lose except her and if he had to beg, he would.

"I’ve lost too much.”

“Stop this,” Effie insisted and then her voice softened. “There is only one way for you to fix this and I think you know how. Remember this, please. What we have between us... You did it, Haymitch. You wrote your story - something you have been struggling to for years - and you are nearly at its end."

"I shouldn't have," he sighed, his shoulder sagging with the weight of what he did. Finally admitting it out loud, he said, "None of you can exist here and there without some part of you going into... dissonance."

"Big word," she tried to put on a smile. "Did you learn it while researching for your book?"

Haymitch brushed his thumb across her cheek, his gesture almost tender. He took the sight of her in, trying to commit her face to his memory. Then he kissed her like they had a thousand times before but this one tasted bittersweet.

"Isn’t it peculiar that we are in this very story you are writing?”

“What are you driving at?”

“Maybe… Maybe we are meant to be your inspiration, something for you to write with. Maybe it’s time for you return us back to where we belong. Write us back, Haymitch, so this will stop. Each time I try to think of my past I meet a brick wall. Finnick and Annie do not deserve that loss of a child. That pain�� It’s too unbearable for them. Tell me honestly, do they belong here?”

He took a long while to answer but from the first day it happened, he already knew the answer to her question. “No,” he leaned his head against the window frame. “I’ll lose you.”

"So will I," she told him quietly and stepped into his embrace. She held tight to him. "I will miss you dearly, Haymitch. But I know you and I do not think you will be able to live with the guilt if you keep us. Will you truly be happy knowing that we might not be while we continue to be here?"

"Yeah," he said simply. She knew him better than he gave her credit for. “You’re right.”

"You had a life before us. You will survive this."

It was not much of a life but Haymitch held his tongue.

“What am I – Who am I in this world of yours?”

“Someone famous,” he answered, carefully hiding the fact as an escort she would be part of something terrible.

He never thought it would affect her. He never thought what he wrote would have any consequences on the woman standing in front of him when she was already safe with him here.

“Who are we if not the stories we tell ourselves?" She lamented. "I did fall in love with a writer, after all."

"When did you get so smart?" Haymitch teased.

She smiled but it never reached her eyes.

“Promise me, Haymitch, that you will make it a good one. Make this the best novel you have ever written. Do not be upset. We are all just stories in the end and perhaps, in another universe, you and I will meet each other again.”

You get an update on friday instead of the weekend bc I won't be in Singapore over the weekend :) I know I said ten chapters but after I finished writing it, this story deserves an epilogue so you will get one!

In the meantime, tell me what you think! Will Haymitch see through the ending of his novel? Will Effie and the others make it back?

a/n: We are all stories in the end is from Doctor Who.

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Four by R.E. Carr Introduces Readers to a Brilliant New World

Four by R.E. Carr Introduces Readers to a Brilliant New World. Get yourself a copy of this and the sequel, Six, and find out why R.E. Carr has been published three times by Kindle Press!

Praise for Four

"The writing throughout was clever, witty, and the dialogue sparkled (even though the vampires didn't)." -IndieHeart "The science and history of the vampires was creative and fascinating, and the ending was totally unpredictable. I loved it!" - T. J. Zalecki, author of Rising Tide (SIRENS, Book 1) "Rich in texture and characterization, Four was a different kind of read for me. My best description of the story? Sookie Stackhouse meets Stephanie Plum." -Maggie Toussaint aka Rigel Carson for Muddy Rose Reviews "Four goes beyond quirky characters, romantic escapades and witty dialogue, to establish a fascinating take on the nature of what a vampire actually is, their long history, and their various views on humanity." - Rick Gualtieri, Author of the Bill the Vampire Series "R. E. Carr takes us through an interesting tale of urban horror and moral ambiguity that may leave you questioning what you yourself would do in that situation." -Tyler J. Dean

A Message from R.E. Carr

Four started out as a dare.  I had all but given up on writing and decided that it was time to give up and move on to be an adult with a real job.  My mom passed away and I was in a dark place, so my friends all dared me to give it one last hurrah.  They gave me a list of ridiculous restrictions - everything from 'cilantro as a plot point' to 'naming a vampire Steve'.  Oh yeah, and it had to be a vampire romance because that was the one thing I swore I would never write.  I accepted the challenge as a way to work through my grief and prepared myself for giving up once and for all.  You can imagine my shock when Kindle Press actually picked me . . .

About Four

Finding a job is never easy, and the only employment Gail usually finds is acting as Girl Friday for the mob. Lucky for Gail, Georgia Sutherland has just the job for her—that is, if she can handle working nights, managing a little blood, and a boss who's been dead for centuries.

In a single interview, Gail's world turns upside down as she discovers that all she’s seen in Hollywood isn’t quite true; vampires don't combust in sunlight, but they do fall in love.

Are Georgia's stories enough to persuade Gail to take the gig catering to an antediluvian vampire who's thirsty for a new personal assistant? If Gail wants to live out the year and retire rich, she just needs to remember the Four Rules that govern undead society.

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Interview with A Vampire's Assistant by R.E. Carr

“Come on, you promised!” Mr. Lambley said, pouting as he held his little tape recorder. A shivering young woman sat on the bench next to him, nursing a steaming cup of coffee.  They lounged under a streetlamp in Brookline, watching people duck into the many restaurants and shops that marked this section of town.  Their particular strip of greenway was mostly empty, save a few overachievers trying to sneak in a run, or the occasional scavenger looking for precious aluminum in the multitude of trash cans.

“I did, didn’t I?” Georgia, his companion sighed. “You know, I really shouldn’t have let you and Steve watch that marathon of vampire movies.  How do I know that tomorrow you won’t start randomly talking in a Hungarian accent or shrieking in horror from crosses and holy water?”

Mr. Lambley narrowed his unnaturally bright green eyes. “Now that would just be silly,” he said, his lip slightly quivering. “You know that I would never imitate that filthy homewrecker or bring the church into this.”

“Yes, that would be totally silly.  Shouldn’t I be interviewing you though, Mr. Lambley?  It was called Interview with the Vampire, after all.”

The vampire rolled his eyes and let out an exaggerated sigh. “We are trying to be different and edgy here.  This time the vampire is doing the interview.”

“All right, tell me what you want to know.”

Mr. Lambley burst into a huge grin, showing off his fangless smile. He bounced on the bench, fumbling with the buttons on the old-school recorder.  Georgia grabbed his pudgy little fingers and steadied them so he could finally press record.

“Tell me, Miss Sutherland, how did you first come to realize that you were human?” he asked, adopting his best imitation of a terrible American accent.  Georgia raised a brow.

“I was born this way,” she replied flatly.  Mr. Lambley gave her the biggest, saddest puppy eyes she’d ever seen.  She cleared her throat. “Um, I came into being in the year of our lord nineteen-eighty-six.  I do not remember much of that time as baby humans don’t have the greatest of memories.  I do, however, remember being adopted by the nicest of couples.  My adoptive dads treated me like their little princess.”

“Dads?”

“Yes, dads, two of them.  It was Massachusetts in the Nineties, truly a different, scarier time - when phones were always plugged into walls and music still had guitars in it.”

“Fascinating.  Now, you grew up with these men?  Did they teach you the ways and laws of being human?”

“I had both perfect attendance and conduct at school, so I think they did all right.  I almost got the perfect attendance award for K through twelve, but I broke my ankle as a freshman.  That would have been my proudest achievement, I think.  I was never the best at academics, or sports, nor did I have any creative talents to speak of.  . . . Wow, that sounds kinda sad when I say it out loud.  Anyway, I did learn how to make brownies that kicked ass . . . err that made grown men weep with their beauty.  I later expanded upon this by forming a partnership with a certain amateur farmer to make brownies that commanded a higher than average price, if you know what I mean.”

“No, actually I do not, Miss Sutherland.  Would you care to enlighten me?”

“Nope, I’m good,” she replied blithely. “Anyway, my life really didn’t get interesting until after I failed at college and walked out with a useless hospitality degree.  I even failed working at a donut shop, if you can believe it.”

“I believe it,” the vampire muttered into his recorder. “Truly from this font of sadness, a great story shall emerge.”

Georgia raised a brow. “Thanks, boss.”

“Oh, but I know the details of how you came to be an assistant to a mighty vampire—”

“Mighty, huh?”

“But what makes a vampire’s assistant tick?  What do you dream of?  Who do you aspire to be?  What - and who - do you love?”

“I am so sniffing that bottle of blood when we get back to the house.  I think it might be spiked.”  Georgia’s face softened as she was assaulted with a fresh round of puppy eyes.  She let out a deep breath. “Fine, I will let you in on a little secret, Mr. Lambley.”

The vampire wiggled his fingers eagerly and leaned towards her.  Georgia tilted her head back and studied the last traces of browned leaves on the tree above.  She watched one flutter all the way to the ground before she continued.

“The truth is, I don’t dream . . . of anything.  You work hard, you get burnt out - but if you do nothing, you get nowhere.  There is no winning and no losing, and dreams are just torture in a way.  I prefer to just take in what’s around me and go with the flow.  Hell, it’s worked so far.  I don’t aspire to be anything, Mr. Lambley.  I just make the best of whatever situation the chaos of the universe throws at me - and as for love, well that is still none of your business.”

“It’s Stefano, isn’t it?” Mr. Lambley said, barely containing a tiny squeal. “You’re being all dramatic because you’ve been spending time with the young Jaeger.  Soon he’s going to be all brooding and watching you while you sleep.  I know it!”

Georgia buried her face in her palms. “You watched more movies while I was vacuuming and cleaning the upstairs, didn’t you Mr. Lambley?  Is that why you asked me to order edible glitter and a hoodie for you?  Fess up.”

Mr. Lambley quickly looked at his notes. “I would . . . never. Don’t you want to tell me more of your story?  I would love to know how it ends.”

“Mr. Lambley, my story is simple.  I work for you and I’m content with what I have.  It’s not grandiose nor full of prophecies and destinies, but it’s all mine.  Now, what do you think about taking this interview over to the Island Shack - where I’ve heard rumor that there is a blood sausage special tonight?”

“Indeed!” Mr. Lambley exclaimed.  He popped his tape recorder back in the pocket of his trench coat and took his assistant’s hand.  As they walked towards the bright lights of the sidewalk, he leaned his head on her shoulder and said, “For what it’s worth, Miss Sutherland, I think you have a lovely story to tell.”

“Really Mr. Lambley?”

“Why yes, I think someday I shall write an essay on it.  I think my kind will find it rather fascinating. ‘An Interview with a Vampire’s Assistant’.  Yes, that will do quite nicely.”

“Mr. Lambley, if there is one thing I know, is that no one in their right mind would ever want to read my story.  Now come on, there is a mango smoothie in there with my name written all over it.”

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Who is Georgia Sutherland?

Georgia Sutherland is the heart of Four and the Rules Undying series as a whole.  She is a no-nonsense pragmatist thrust into a world of neurotic creatures of the night, and she ends up caring for the down on his luck Mr. Geoffrey Lambley, a vampire from the noblest and most powerful house of vampires, who hasn't really made much of his life.