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Arcadia woke from her sleep suddenly. She realized she was still in the tree, and had been asleep the whole night. She blinked the sleep away, and only then did she realize she was absolutely freezing and that there was somebody touching her arm. Squinting against the bright light of the sun, she turned to look at the gloved figure. "W-w-what?!" She cried out, shifting ever so slightly backwards and consequently, falling backwards from the tree. The contact with the frozen ground jolted her out of her semi-consciousness, and Arcadia felt very much awake.

"H-how l-long have I been a-asleep?" Arcadia cringed inside. What a stupid question to ask! She shook the curls of her blonde hair, and shivered. She was indeed very cold. She reached for her sketchpad and pencil that had fallen to the floor while she slept, only to find there was a deep, dark line where the pencil had pressed into the card of the sketchpad paper and that the actual pencil had snapped clean in two. She frowned at it and slipped the fragments of wood into her pocket, and huddled into a ball, trying to keep warm. "M-my p-parents w-will b-be w-worried!" She told herself. She was still cold...Perhaps she could call over the horse and ride it back? Arcadia had no idea, and had forgotten all about the boy in the tree - until just then. She looked up, a confused expression on her face. "Are you a murderer?" She asked. She realized after she'd said it that it sounded rude. She blushed a soft pink and tried to explain. "Um, it's just that...The murder rate...It's gone up recently...There was another girl found, I read it in the newspaper. Blood drained from her, two little puncture wounds in her neck." She paused a little, thinking. "Thinking about it, it sounds like a vampire did it! If they were real." She shrugged. She bit her lip, thinking she had gone too far with her rambling.