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a lovely sight. He was relaxed and happy, like the evening they had talked until the closing of the bar. It made her happy to know that she could make him laugh, smile, and hopefully be himself. That’s all you could ever ask for, she thought.
Both cars pulled into the visitor’s beach parking area at Halfmoon Bay. The fog was just now burning off and it was going to be a glorious day on the beach.
All four of them walked on the beach for a while until they were fairly clear of any other people. Sitting in a circle on some beach towels, the boys still had huge grins on their faces – Darby assumed this was because of the conversation she and Blake had the night before. When Darby looked at Rowan, it seemed that she was in on the joke.
First looking at all the faces in the circle, meeting each of their gazes, Devon reached for Darby’s hand and placed it safely in both of his and then he spoke.
“Darby, since you are the last to find out who and what we are, I’m going to throw this out there first.” Looking at Rowan, who nodded, and then at Blake who nodded too, then lastly to Darby. His face was serious, his eyes piercing, and he said, “My brother and I are vampires.” He waited to see her reaction. First she looked confused and then she smiled and looked at Rowan.
“Okay, very funny guys. What is this? Make fun of Darby day?” Her eyes met her sister’s; Rowan smiled but shook her head. Darby turned back to Devon, who looked devastated by her reaction as if she herself had shot him with a crossbow. She saw it then, the shame, the embarrassment, and the hurt.
“So you are not fugitives? You’re vampires? Real vampires? Bloodsucking vampires? But, I don’t understand. You’re in the sun? You’ve never bitten me. I’ve seen you eat food and drink beer. I don’t understand.”
“Most of the things you are referring to were made up in Hollywood or in folklore. We do drink blood, and bite, but we don’t kill unless it’s in self-defense,” Blake said. He could see by her reaction that Devon was caught off guard.
Devon added, “That is why I healed so fast. The arrow hadn’t pierced my heart. Just like any race, there are good vampires and there are bad vampires. Unlucky for us, most people only remember the bad.”
“Well, I guess that explains the allergy to wood and the rapid healing, like you said. That also explains why Blake wouldn’t let me take you to the hospital. Hmmm…you said you and your brother have parents...were they vampires?”
“Yes,” said Devon.
“But I didn’t know that vampires could have children. I thought you got bit by a vampire and became a vampire through that.”
“Yes and no...there are two types of vampires, those who are born of vampire parents and those who are made by vampires. Those who are made through a process of biting and then sharing blood tend to be wilder and affected by the blood. Vampires that are born from vampire parents tend to be more like humans.”
“How so?”
“Vampires who are made are more sensitive to sunlight. If exposed for too long they can die from it. Born vampires won’t die from sunlight; it doesn’t hurt them. Some don’t like it, but for most, it doesn’t affect them at all.
“Vampires who are made crave blood more than born vampires. It makes them crazy, killing their victims in an animal-like frenzy. They also have to feed more often – at least once a day. Born vampires can eat food as well as blood. Born vampires do need blood, but they only need to feed once a week or less. If they feed on blood more than food, their powers get more acute. Most prefer not to feed on humans more than food so they can blend in with humans. Feeding all the time, would call attention to them,” said Blake.
“So...how old are you both?” Darby asked.
“Born vampires age slower than humans, by about 1 year for every 4, so I’m 28 in
Both cars pulled into the visitor’s beach parking area at Halfmoon Bay. The fog was just now burning off and it was going to be a glorious day on the beach.
All four of them walked on the beach for a while until they were fairly clear of any other people. Sitting in a circle on some beach towels, the boys still had huge grins on their faces – Darby assumed this was because of the conversation she and Blake had the night before. When Darby looked at Rowan, it seemed that she was in on the joke.
First looking at all the faces in the circle, meeting each of their gazes, Devon reached for Darby’s hand and placed it safely in both of his and then he spoke.
“Darby, since you are the last to find out who and what we are, I’m going to throw this out there first.” Looking at Rowan, who nodded, and then at Blake who nodded too, then lastly to Darby. His face was serious, his eyes piercing, and he said, “My brother and I are vampires.” He waited to see her reaction. First she looked confused and then she smiled and looked at Rowan.
“Okay, very funny guys. What is this? Make fun of Darby day?” Her eyes met her sister’s; Rowan smiled but shook her head. Darby turned back to Devon, who looked devastated by her reaction as if she herself had shot him with a crossbow. She saw it then, the shame, the embarrassment, and the hurt.
“So you are not fugitives? You’re vampires? Real vampires? Bloodsucking vampires? But, I don’t understand. You’re in the sun? You’ve never bitten me. I’ve seen you eat food and drink beer. I don’t understand.”
“Most of the things you are referring to were made up in Hollywood or in folklore. We do drink blood, and bite, but we don’t kill unless it’s in self-defense,” Blake said. He could see by her reaction that Devon was caught off guard.
Devon added, “That is why I healed so fast. The arrow hadn’t pierced my heart. Just like any race, there are good vampires and there are bad vampires. Unlucky for us, most people only remember the bad.”
“Well, I guess that explains the allergy to wood and the rapid healing, like you said. That also explains why Blake wouldn’t let me take you to the hospital. Hmmm…you said you and your brother have parents...were they vampires?”
“Yes,” said Devon.
“But I didn’t know that vampires could have children. I thought you got bit by a vampire and became a vampire through that.”
“Yes and no...there are two types of vampires, those who are born of vampire parents and those who are made by vampires. Those who are made through a process of biting and then sharing blood tend to be wilder and affected by the blood. Vampires that are born from vampire parents tend to be more like humans.”
“How so?”
“Vampires who are made are more sensitive to sunlight. If exposed for too long they can die from it. Born vampires won’t die from sunlight; it doesn’t hurt them. Some don’t like it, but for most, it doesn’t affect them at all.
“Vampires who are made crave blood more than born vampires. It makes them crazy, killing their victims in an animal-like frenzy. They also have to feed more often – at least once a day. Born vampires can eat food as well as blood. Born vampires do need blood, but they only need to feed once a week or less. If they feed on blood more than food, their powers get more acute. Most prefer not to feed on humans more than food so they can blend in with humans. Feeding all the time, would call attention to them,” said Blake.
“So...how old are you both?” Darby asked.
“Born vampires age slower than humans, by about 1 year for every 4, so I’m 28 in
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