"It isn't that they don't like it. They won't touch what they find sacred- Special." Elizabeth answered Aleksey, gently brushing her hand over the sheets of the bed. A smile was brought to her lips when feeling Aleksey cuddle her from behind, as expected giggling softly as her neck was kissed, looking about to say something once more, though she soon fell silent again while he'd started talking once more, gazing away from him as well with her gaze shifting to the floor, sitting on the edge of the bed.<br/><br/>She grimaced the more Aleksey talked. He was spot on. She didn't speak until he was finished, though. "No, you're right. But I guess I need to tell you  the full story before I start actually answering. I don't<span style="font-style: italic">know</span>if my grandmother is actually dead or not. She vanished. At first when I woke up I figured she went out for milk, or something of the sorts. The sprites had been nervous that day. They paced around the house more then usual, guarding the door more then they did. But when my father burst open the door that night they scattered. He had to drag me to get me out, but he did it. All the way to the car. I was crying and yelling. I'm sure you can imagine how I felt, confused and scared. I'd already lost a mother, my grandmother had been the next closest thing. There was no body to find. The sprites would've found it. There were no signs of being taken. She was just.. Gone." She stopped, swallowing the lump in her throat while nearly in tears.<br/><br/>"And.. I guess I haven't told the truth about my mother, either." She shifted uncomfortably where she was sitting now, fiddling with the sleeve of her sweater she was wearing. "It was winter, we were in a car crash. I don't remember how it happened, but we flipped on the side of the road. My mother wasn't killed by the crash. I.. She took me out of the car, a man helped her out. A.. Vampire. She blocked my memories of the past, but I saw her walking away with the man. She<span style="font-style: italic">left</span>." Her voice cracked at this. It still hurt to think about it, and she couldn't help but grimace.<br/><br/>"I want to know what<span style="font-style: italic">actually</span>happened to my grandmother."