p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"Goddamn the wind's picked up. Geneve thought as she walked up the driveway, her hair whipping around her face. Digging in the pocket of her coat for a hair tie, she remembered Mercy insisting she wear it. Vaguely annoyed at the lack of elastics and people pushing things on her that she didn't need, she pushed her hair back with her one hand as she reached for the doorknob. The wind pulled it open, nearly tearing it from of her hands. She walked inside and a capricious blast slammed it shut behind her. She winced at the noise and waited for someone to come running down to investigate. No lights turned on. No one yelled. Geneve relaxed, then felt silly. Look at you, sneaking in after curfew. Shaking her head, she took off the coat and hung it in the closet. /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"She checked the clock, 4:16, still a couple hours before sunrise. Kicking off her shoes, she grabbed a magazine from the pile on the coffee table and sat down on the couch. Her mind turned back to the confrontation earlier that night with David. Goddamn what a clusterfuck that was. Nice guy, but he seriously needed to stop asking questions. Hate being forced into a demonstration. How long do you think you could have kept him in the dark? Another part of herself asked. Forever, she thought with finality, then sighed and opened the magazine. /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"She had started to read when she heard a faint creak of a door upstairs. She looked up and saw one of the bedroom doors slowly opening. Kid probably wants a drink of water or something, she decided and went back to the article. Soft steps descended the stairs, then stopped on the landing above her. She ignored them. /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""You sleep all day." a voice finally said./p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"She did not look up, "I do." she replied./p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Why?"/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Because I do." /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Is it because you're a vampire?" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"She looked up. The oldest girl, Meagan, sat on the floor in her pajamas, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She looked down at Geneve, waiting for an answer. /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""How did you know?" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""When you came back. Daddy was mad at you. Then everyone went in the bathroom. You and Daddy talked and then you left and Daddy was upset and Mommy talked to him."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""When did you see that?" Geneve asked, puzzled. /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Today. From the stairs." /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"She turned to look at the bottom of the stairs. Yes, someone sitting there would have a view of the bathroom. None of them would have thought to turn around. /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Are you a vampire?" Meagan asked again. /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Yes." /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Do you sleep in a coffin?" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""No, I sleep in a bed." /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Do you drink blood?" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Yes." /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Can you go out in the sun?" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""No. It hurts. Where are you getting this?"/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""I looked it up. Grandma gave me an encyclopedia for my birthday." /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Oh." /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""It says vampires are fic-shun-al." She pronounced the word carefully./p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Well, it's wrong." /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Are you really Mommy's sister?"/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"Why does everyone keep asking that? Geneve thought. "Yes, I'm really Mercy's sister." /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Why do you call her Mercy?"/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""It's a nickname. Same way she calls me Gen." /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Can you turn into a bat?"/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""No."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Oh." She seemed disappointed. "Do you know other vampires?" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Some."/p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Do you live with them, together?" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""No." /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Why not? Don't you like them?" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""No, I like them, it's just... complicated." Geneve looked down at the magazine again as she tried to think of an explanation. "We... don't always get along all the time." She paused again. "It's hard to explain." /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"Meagan paused again. Geneve could see her beginning to blink sleepily. "Is Mommy a vampire?" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""No. She's a regular person." /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""What about Daddy?" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""No, he's just like you, too." /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"Meagan paused again, and yawned. She looks like Mercy when she does that. Geneve thought. /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Any other questions?" she asked. /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" Meagan shook her head. /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"Geneve looked over at the clock, 5:05. "I suppose it's kind of early for you. Do you want to go back to bed?" /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"Meagan nodded sleepily. Standing, she gathered her blanket around her and walked back up the stairs. Geneve watched her amble back into her room and close the door. /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"Standing up, she crossed the room and picked up her shoes from in front of the door where she'd left them. Holding them in one hand she walked to the dining room and looked out the window where the stars were just starting to fade out in the east. When was the last time I watched the dawn? She wondered to herself. /p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;""Never, you soppy idiot." She said aloud. "You never got up before noon if it was possible." Smiling to herself, Geneve walked to the den, put her shoes down and locked the door behind her. /p