Old friends

                                    

                                          
I can still hear little drops of water falling in the little puddle in the corner of the room as I lay down. I miss the luxury of my manor. There were no holes in the roof of my room.
After our dinner, we had the showers, and I refused to go. Everyone will call me "stinky" for a while, but at least they won't call me "fishy." I don't know how Dante does it, but he surely smells amazing.
The bed above me screeches. I'm sitting under a big, bald, and tattooed guy named Henry. Henry moves a lot, snores a lot, and makes a lot of trouble. When I came, he was about to beat me up because I asked which bed I should sleep in. If anyone accidentally finds out that I'm a girl by putting their hand in my pants, Henry it is.
Suddenly, I hear one of the prisoners imitating a dog. New inmates. We still have a bed left, but I think there's less crowded cells in this prison. I close my eyes, forcing myself to go to sleep.
The doors open, and I continue my pretending to sleep. After all, there's no one who could mess up my sleep schedule. It's too important. It's the same since I was little: two days awake followed by three hours of sleep. Easy.
"Japeth? Is it you?"
I'm wide awake right now. Ace. That was Ace. I can't see him very well, but there's no one built like him. I sush him, inviting him in my bed and hugging him.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" I whisper, and Henry does an 360°. "I thought you were going back to Transylvania after we got here!"
"Well... um... you see... I had to kill your vampire somehow, and now, I'm your roommate. What's your excuse?"
"Someone framed me!" I say, and he giggles. "I swear! I'm a murderer, not a thief!"
I can't stand him. He does think I'm guilty. He pats my head. There's no way of describing how bad I want to punch him.
"OK, kiddo. Calm down. You know, we won't stay here for that long. Maximum a week."
He scratches his neck. A sharp trace of sadness crosses his face. I don't understand until I look at his hand. He tries to cover up the mark, but it's too late.
"You got bitten? You little bitch!" I yell, waking the others up. "That was the fucking second rule! You broke the second rule!"