Lady Calliope

Jeremy was thinking of that dialog he and Ilsa had that day. He tried to carve every possible detail in his memory, every pause, every gasp of wind that stole their words, every moment they spent together. He wanted to remember everything from that day, how Ilsa looked, how she smiled, how determined she was finding that new exiting adventure of sneaking into the Lady Caliope’s house.

“Ilsa, did you know that lady Caliope is a vampire?” Jeremy tried not to sound scared
“Shut up, Jeremy, people talk shit about her because she dares to live all by herself in her huge mansion, with her cat portraits on the walls, surrounded with her exotic plants. She is not a vampire!”
“So, who is she?”
“She is .. just happy, Jeremy..” Ilsa rolled her eyes

Ilsa was his best friend. It was the last day he saw her alive.