parents.
"We'll be along soon, Princess," Roshan said, giving his daughter a hug.
"All right. Night, Dad. Mom."
Cara stared into the darkness as Anton drove her home. She had so hoped to see Vince at the club. Of course, even if he had been there, she couldn't have spent any time with him, not when she was on a date with another man, but she was disappointed just the same.
Anton pulled up in front of the driveway and Di Giorgio pulled in behind him. A moment later, the gate opened and Anton drove up to the front of the house. He put the car in park, then turned to look at Cara.
"So tell me," he said, "how long have your parents been vampires?"
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Chapter 13
Cara stared at Anton, unable to believe what she'd heard, and then she laughed. "Vampires!" she exclaimed. "What on earth are you talking about?"
"They were drinking Bloody Mariahs."
"So what?"
"It's not a mixed drink. It's blood."
"That's ridiculous!"
"Is it? You never see them during the day, do you?"
"No," she admitted, wondering how he knew about that, "but it's because they have an adverse physical reaction to sunlight."
"I'll just bet they do! Don't you find it the least bit strange that they both have it?"
"I don't know. I never gave it much thought." She had grown up knowing her mother and father were different and even though she'd had questions from time to time, she had accepted whatever they told her as the truth. After all, they were parents; she trusted them.
"So, they sleep all day and only go out at night. Have you ever seen them eat anything? Drink a cup of coffee or a glass of water?"
"They were drinking tonight," she reminded him.
"They were drinking blood. You don't find that odd?"
"You don't know that it was blood."
"Yes, I do. I ordered a Bloody Mariah once, just to see what it was."
"But… there's no such thing as vampires. They're just myths, like werewolves and fairies." Even as she protested, Cara found herself wondering if he could be right. It would explain so many things that seemed unnatural now that he had remarked on them, things she had blindly accepted. She shook her head. It couldn't be true. And yet, why would Anton make up such an outlandish story? What could he possibly hope to gain?
Anton placed his hand on her shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "I'm sorry, Cara, but I thought you ought to know. It isn't right for them to keep the truth from you." He gave her a sympathetic smile. "If you need anything, a shoulder to cry on, a place to stay, call me."
"Yes, I will, thank you," she said politely, her thoughts chasing themselves like a dog chasing its tail. "There's no need for you to walk me to the door. Di Giorgio's here."
Feeling numb, she got out of the car, walked up the steps, unlocked the door, went inside, and closed the door behind her.
She stood there in the dark a moment, and then laughed humorlessly. If what Anton had said was true, she had been in the dark her whole life.
What if it was true? What if her mother and father were vampires?
But they weren't her real parents. And if they were vampires, why would they want a human child? What did they intend to do with her?
She lifted a hand to her throat, then shook her head. If they meant to use her for food or some other nefarious scheme, wouldn't they have done so by now?
Even as she told herself it was impossible, some inner voice whispered that everything Anton had said was true. It explained so many things. It explained everything.
She ran up to her room, turning on lights as she went. She felt betrayed. Her parents had lied to her. Every answer they had ever given her to explain their strange lifestyle had been a lie. She blinked back her tears, saddened because she knew that she would never trust her mother or her father again.
Vampires! They drank blood from the living. They were dead but not dead. In movies, they were generally depicted as soulless monsters who killed indiscriminately to sustain their own existence, or else they were
"We'll be along soon, Princess," Roshan said, giving his daughter a hug.
"All right. Night, Dad. Mom."
Cara stared into the darkness as Anton drove her home. She had so hoped to see Vince at the club. Of course, even if he had been there, she couldn't have spent any time with him, not when she was on a date with another man, but she was disappointed just the same.
Anton pulled up in front of the driveway and Di Giorgio pulled in behind him. A moment later, the gate opened and Anton drove up to the front of the house. He put the car in park, then turned to look at Cara.
"So tell me," he said, "how long have your parents been vampires?"
----
Chapter 13
Cara stared at Anton, unable to believe what she'd heard, and then she laughed. "Vampires!" she exclaimed. "What on earth are you talking about?"
"They were drinking Bloody Mariahs."
"So what?"
"It's not a mixed drink. It's blood."
"That's ridiculous!"
"Is it? You never see them during the day, do you?"
"No," she admitted, wondering how he knew about that, "but it's because they have an adverse physical reaction to sunlight."
"I'll just bet they do! Don't you find it the least bit strange that they both have it?"
"I don't know. I never gave it much thought." She had grown up knowing her mother and father were different and even though she'd had questions from time to time, she had accepted whatever they told her as the truth. After all, they were parents; she trusted them.
"So, they sleep all day and only go out at night. Have you ever seen them eat anything? Drink a cup of coffee or a glass of water?"
"They were drinking tonight," she reminded him.
"They were drinking blood. You don't find that odd?"
"You don't know that it was blood."
"Yes, I do. I ordered a Bloody Mariah once, just to see what it was."
"But… there's no such thing as vampires. They're just myths, like werewolves and fairies." Even as she protested, Cara found herself wondering if he could be right. It would explain so many things that seemed unnatural now that he had remarked on them, things she had blindly accepted. She shook her head. It couldn't be true. And yet, why would Anton make up such an outlandish story? What could he possibly hope to gain?
Anton placed his hand on her shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "I'm sorry, Cara, but I thought you ought to know. It isn't right for them to keep the truth from you." He gave her a sympathetic smile. "If you need anything, a shoulder to cry on, a place to stay, call me."
"Yes, I will, thank you," she said politely, her thoughts chasing themselves like a dog chasing its tail. "There's no need for you to walk me to the door. Di Giorgio's here."
Feeling numb, she got out of the car, walked up the steps, unlocked the door, went inside, and closed the door behind her.
She stood there in the dark a moment, and then laughed humorlessly. If what Anton had said was true, she had been in the dark her whole life.
What if it was true? What if her mother and father were vampires?
But they weren't her real parents. And if they were vampires, why would they want a human child? What did they intend to do with her?
She lifted a hand to her throat, then shook her head. If they meant to use her for food or some other nefarious scheme, wouldn't they have done so by now?
Even as she told herself it was impossible, some inner voice whispered that everything Anton had said was true. It explained so many things. It explained everything.
She ran up to her room, turning on lights as she went. She felt betrayed. Her parents had lied to her. Every answer they had ever given her to explain their strange lifestyle had been a lie. She blinked back her tears, saddened because she knew that she would never trust her mother or her father again.
Vampires! They drank blood from the living. They were dead but not dead. In movies, they were generally depicted as soulless monsters who killed indiscriminately to sustain their own existence, or else they were
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