Vlad had received news about his sister returning to camp as soon as she got back in the country. She looked rough with cuts all over her normally flawless skin which until now reminded him very much of porcelain. Vlad had also winced at the sight of a long cut from the corner of Victoire's mouth to the corner of her eye. He wanted her home and he wanted her to never leave camp again. Which he knew was absurd and she would not stand for it. She was Victoire. She liked going out. He wondered how she'd try to hide her scar once that gash had healed. Knowing her, she'd pile on the makeup. Or find some sort of latex mask thing. Vlad's imagination ran away with him.
Today, he was thinking about this whilst walking alongside the lake. He had a canvas bag at his side and wore his orange Camp Half Blood t-shirt with khaki shorts and flip-flops. He walked along in the sunshine until he found a small alcove. He had only recently made this discovery last week and he found it a charming and delightful place where he could read in silence to his heart's content. He settled down in his favourite corner before opening his bag and taking out his latest read. It was a hard back novel of a book about a vampire boy. Or half-vampire. The word used was dhampir. It was interestingly written. The boy was the son of a monster hunter who trained him. Once his mother was killed, he was taken to a school for people like him. Vlad was still reading and was half way through the book.
After a good hour's worth of reading, he was near the end of the book. He placed a bookmark inside and shut it, stretching his arms and lazing in the sun. His eyes were closed and he lay there, completely at ease. The sun made him feel sleepy and tired. The soft buzz of life around him made him relax. He was completely at ease and drifting off to sleep. Just a lazy afternoon...