There was an odd feeling in Daw now. She couldn't place her finger on it. It was like she could rely on Cecelia and Jason.  Daw couldn't quite figure out what it was.

[i][indent]They constantly ask me if I trust them. If I love them. If I believe that they can 'make me better'. But I don't know those feelings. What is it like to love, or trust, or believe in someone?[/indent][/i]

Trust. That was it. It was the feeling of trust. It was odd, but comforting. Like weight being lift off of Daw's shoulders.
"My power is vampirism," Daw told Cecelia, giggling at the fact that she had to sound out the word beneficial. 

[i][indent]They keep giving me children's books. Their too easy. They keep telling me that soon enough my reading level will leg me be able to read short chapter books. I don't think they know that I've nicked the hunger games series from them and read it. Or that I'm just playing with my 'inability' to read. Their idiots. Reading is sooooo easy.[/indent][/i]