"—Damn- The sun is killing me..."

Dakaria murmured to herself, bringing a hand to her face, as if to cover herself and protect her eyes from the sun. The sunglasses weren't enough, even for a dhampir. That, or Daka was just being dramatic. She wasn't exactly happy about leaving Transylvania.

Dakaria got off the moving truck, taking a look at the house. So this was where her mother wanted them to live now... Interesting.

She didn't notice, despite her enhanced senses, that someone observed her from behind.