"Strange sounds like such a negative word." Betsy smiled. "Unique is better. Gifted."
She hadn't liked to think of herself as different since she'd been a kid. Since they'd thrown rocks at her and called her names in the school yard. Since she'd had to leave school and live in a specially constructed house...
"I'm sorry that you're alone, Hope. At least when it comes to your kind. It's not easy to be the only one. I know that. But hey, I hear there's a fairy around, maybe not on our island, and at least one vampire. She showed her hand at the meeting."