Intangible by J. Meyers

eyebrows shot up. “What about?”
    “Meghan.”
    She stared at him in silence, felt a cold prickling sensation wash over her. He knew something.
    “Just a minute,” she said, then turned away from the window and looked around her room. She grabbed a grey hooded sweater that was draped over her desk chair. She pulled it over her head, flipped her hair out of it, and then started to climb out the window.
    “What are you doing?” he said. His words were clipped, sharp.
    “Coming out.” She paused, sitting astride the window ledge, brow furrowed as she looked at him. It occurred to her then that perhaps he’d expected her to come out the front door, which probably would have been a better idea. But she continued out anyway, jumping down to the ground with an almost graceful hop, happy she hadn’t fallen on her butt in front of him. She wrapped her arms around herself, snuggling more tightly into her sweater, and waited, wishing she’d thought to put on shoes.
    He stared at her for a moment, then spoke in a tight voice, each word distinct: “What. Have. You. Done?”
    “I’m sorry? What?”
    “To Meghan.”
    She could feel his anger like hot needles pricking her skin.
    “Nothing,” she said. “I tried to help her until the ambulance came, but she ran away.” His glare made her take a step back toward her window and she winced as she stepped on a rock. “Is she okay?”
    “You changed her.”
    “I did what?”
    “She’s human.”
    “Um…yeah.” She was going to need a lot more painting and yoga after this conversation. “We’re all human.”
    “Not all of us. Not anymore.”
    At that, Sera hadn’t a clue what to say to him. Her mind grappled with some way to respond.
    “Okay.” She looked around, back at the house and her windows. She wished Luke would show up like he usually did. However, it looked like she was on her own. “Then what are you?” she said slowly.
    “Vampires.” He was serious. And very possibly clinically insane.
    “Funny,” she said. “But vampires don’t exist. Did Fey put you up to this?”
    “We do exist,” he said. “We’ve always existed.”
    She looked down at her bare toes practically glowing against the darkness of the damp grass. Shoes would have been nice in case she needed to run away, which was looking more and more likely the longer she talked to him. Plus, her feet were freezing.
    A light went on in a room upstairs, and she heard the neighbor’s dog bark at their back door. Jonas, in the dim light from the house, was as striking as he’d been when she’d literally bumped into him a few days ago. His deep brown skin looked satin smooth, his eyes dark and intense. If he wasn’t glaring at her she might actually enjoy his company. That wasn’t exactly the case at the moment.
    “If you and your friends are vampires, then what were you doing walking around during the day?”
    “We’ve evolved over thousands of years, like everything else on Earth. Some walk during the day, only the Old Ones are limited to the night.”
    “Okay, see, now you’re making this up,” she said, shaking her head. “Well, then prove it. Turn into a bat.” Her feet were cold and this day was wearing thin. She squinted at him in the dark. “I thought so,” she said. “You can’t. You know what? It’s been a long, weird day, and I’m tired. And I really don’t see what this has to do with me.” She glanced back at her window again, this time calculating whether she could scamper back inside before he could grab her. Probably not. She wasn’t that agile. Hopefully Fey would be done soon.
    “You’ve changed one of us back to human. Meghan.”
    He really was crazy.
    “I helped her,” she said again. “Nothing else. I didn’t do anything to her.”
    She was getting cold and grumpy, and wanted to go back inside. She rubbed her arms to try to generate more heat in her body. It didn’t help.
    “You healed her.” His voice was a deadly whisper. Her eyes suddenly