The scent of vanilla invaded Clara’s mind, and brought her right back to her mother’s kitchen. She imagined herself running down the steps, making sure to skip over the squeaky one, to find herself face-to-face with some sugary treat that her mother was baking. 

“Why are you up?” Theresa asked. 

Clara would always slow down at this point, hoping that her sisters would sleep a while longer.

“Do I smell vanilla?” Clara would always answer.

Silver could not exist for long independent of Clara and they both knew it. Tactically she understood why, because teleportation would disrupt Clara’s focus and put them all at risk. Whereas Silver was like a spring under tension, it was only a matter of time before she snapped back into the whole. 

“That’s why you’re my favourite…” Clara said with a wink. 

There came the sound of dry heaving from the depths of her mind, and she even caught someone doing a Bronx cheer. Silver must have been aware of their reactions and laughed. 

“I needed this,” Clara whispered. 

Without another word, Clara grabbed her backpack,  focused on their campsite, and vanished entirely from sight.

“Oui,” Evelyn replied before changing back to English. “She was positively scrumptious.”

That was the key detail that did not fit the puzzle before her. Evelyn could stretch out her feedings longer than any other vampire, which made cohabitation easier… —the fact she leaves them alive helps too…

“Do you want some company?” Evelyn asked, those emerald green eyes twinkling.

Clara smirked, but was reminded that she was up for a singular reason. —We ran out of hot water last time…

“I can’t think of a better way to start the day.” Before Evelyn could break into a smile, Clara added, “I have to be somewhere in an hour.”