“I’m a hundred and sixteen, give or take a month or two. A young black girl turned me from the slave workers on the plantation. She turned me and ...hen disappeared soon afterwards. No one knew where she went, but her family didn’t seem to mind that she had gone. She bit me and then gave me the option of either drinking from her or dying right there and then. Ever since, I have had to move around, never staying in one place more than a few years. I have seen most of the world, been in the wars. My eyes scanned for a wedding ring: none! (like I had a chance…) Suddenly, the twinkle of jewelry caught my attention and my eyes were drawn to a golden bracelet circling her left wrist. Perhaps it’s a family heirloom, I wondered. Ms. York’s face was as striking as her body: full cheeks with a dab of red on each, the narrow, high forehead of an intellectual, with a few curls of golden hairs hanging down to her eyes. It was a perfect outline, a beauty only enhanced by the smooth luster of her. "I have a man replacing the front and back doors of your house and a cleaning crew taking care of the mess; you should be able to move back in day after tomorrow with a little luck." Capt. White put his hand on Matt's shoulder, "Again, I'm sorry for underestimating Meeks, it's not something I'll ever do again."Matt watched his boss get in his car and drive away. He wondered if the Captain was worried about losing his job over the two trooper's deaths.Supper that night was quiet and subdued.. She was immediately given the nickname of Scratchy. "My name is S'rat Chyn (close enough), and I am here on behalf of my company, LD Enterprises. Please follow me." With that, she walked off, not even bothering to glance behind her to see if Daniel was following her. He contemplated staying where he was, but followed her anyways when curiosity got the better of him. They walked around for a while, and then Daniel was led into a small VW beetle, the expensive looking chauffer sitting in it a.