Saturday, March 24, 2012
Hillary Somers Hermes
Illustration by Ewell He watched me as I slept and waited for me to move. He had seen this before, when his kind woke from the dead, but she wasn’t a vampire. What was she? Then Hillary Somers woke up, gasping for air. It was as if this was the first time this had happened, but he knew it wasn’t. “Who are you?” he asked. “I’m Hillary Somers,” I said before I knew it.