Her fingers flew furiously over the keyboard, accented by a random punching of the enter key. Her mutterings were a jumbled bunch of swears and grunts.

He watched from the couch with a smirk plastered on his perfect face, flipping idly through the pages of a magazine.

Finally she blurted out, “Damn,” and a look of shock crossed her face. He rose and moved to behind her chair.

Tsking and shaking his head, “Heather, the die were not kind today,” he commented. His smile widening.

She turned and the fury set in. His smile annoyed her, “I can not believe you. That was my best character ever! And all you have to say is, ‘_the die were not kind.’ No kidding, and it was all over some stupid thing said in a chatroom!”

Heather slumped in her chair and turned back to stare at the monitor and emptying chatroom. He spun her chair to face him. Trying his best not to smile.

“What if it’s all just a test? You know, to see who gets it? The Game, may not just be a game. Vampires are real, you know.”