Anya snuggled up to her papa. That was one of the other reasons she loved him- his kindness. Even if she was always cold now, she could swear that she felt some warmth. At least, from him anyways. Yes, even with vampirism her papa was always warm.

Anya slept, but it wasn't long before she was awoken by some shifting and voices. She was lifted up once again, and looked around groggily.

"Papa? What's happening? Where are we going? We don't want the crate to spoil."