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Authors: Milly Taiden
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Wolfe. But you’re correct.”
Barbara put her hands on her hips and frowned. “Now, young lady, with everything we have been through together, I expect you to call me Barbara.” A smile graced her face, showing she was joking with the anger. “How could you think we’re not friends by now?” Aria smiled after seeing Ellie’s mother’s joke. Barbara gave the visitor a hug. “It’s good to see you again. We were getting worried something was wrong since we hadn’t heard from you in a while.”
“I apologize, Mrs…Barbara. I’ve been doing some house cleaning, waiting for these three to get back.” She looked around the room. “Hey, everyone. I’d like you to meet Julian,”—a thin, forty-ish looking man raised a hand in greeting. He was the average-looking Joe who could be anyone in the grocery store—“this is Penelope,”—a beautiful cocoa-skinned woman smiled. Emma closed Mason’s mouth for him before drool rolled out—“and this is Zane.”
She pointed to the guy in the back. “Please disregard his outfit. He’s obsessed with some guy named Bran Smoker.” The group broke into laughter, releasing the built-up tension.
The stranger was true to Jordan’s description. He wore a silver-gray top hat, coat, gloves, and pants. His hair lay in smooth waves to his shoulders. And the sunglasses perched on the end of his nose resembled John Lennon glasses: small circles that reflected a rainbow of colors like an oil slick.
Zane gave an indignant huff. “Aria, please. How many times…it’s Bram Stoker.” The man turned to Mason. “If I may be so bold, sir. The cliché you referred to—a vampire not entering a home unless invited in—is quite a falsity. I assure you Hollywood does not know the ins and outs of the vampire species. But other than that, I enjoyed the movie.”
Emma tugged on Mason’s shirt. “What movie?”
Mason grinned. “ Lost Boys . Don’t worry about it. It was before your time. Mid-nineteen eighties.”
“I know the Lost Boys . Who in their right mind hasn’t heard of that movie? Those guys were so sexy.” She laughed then glanced at Zane again.
With all once again seated, Tristan turned to Aria, but Aric interrupted. “Dad, may I ask Aria a question first?” He gave a slight nod. Jordan looked at him with a questioning look. “Aria, Emma told us you’re a daywalker, so I understand how you can be here. I’m assuming the same is true for Julian, Penelope, and Zane?”
The normal-looking man lifted a finger. “Aria, if I may answer the young wolf’s question?” Aria slid back on the sofa and gestured for him to continue. The group’s eyes rested on the new visitor. “The answer is quite simple, my friend. After a certain age, the vampire body is no longer flesh as you know it, as long as the body never tastes human blood. Over time, the living cells in the skin transform into a leather-like texture that is not affected by the sun and very strong.”
“Wait,” Karla barged forward, “what’s different about human blood? What do you drink then?”
The male vampire sighed and lifted his nose. “Does anybody ever read anymore? I put all this in writing just for this reason.”
Penelope raised her brow at him. “Julian, that was over two thousand years ago. Nobody reads papyrus anymore. You have to put it in a thing called a book.”
“Yes, Penelope. Do not patronize me. I know what a book is. Has it really been that long? Seems like last year I scribed the ‘pyrus.”
“Um, excuse me?” Vampire eyes swung to Jordan. “Sir, I can maybe assist you with that. I’m writing a book on the mating ritual of wolves.”
A smile lit Julian’s face. “Ah, a child after my own heart.” A low grumble disturbed the air. Jordan kicked Aric’s shin, but the vampire reassured him. “No worries, wolf. As I was saying, we do not consume human blood from a human. Blood in the body carries a particular enzyme that allows cells to die, be carried off, and
Barbara put her hands on her hips and frowned. “Now, young lady, with everything we have been through together, I expect you to call me Barbara.” A smile graced her face, showing she was joking with the anger. “How could you think we’re not friends by now?” Aria smiled after seeing Ellie’s mother’s joke. Barbara gave the visitor a hug. “It’s good to see you again. We were getting worried something was wrong since we hadn’t heard from you in a while.”
“I apologize, Mrs…Barbara. I’ve been doing some house cleaning, waiting for these three to get back.” She looked around the room. “Hey, everyone. I’d like you to meet Julian,”—a thin, forty-ish looking man raised a hand in greeting. He was the average-looking Joe who could be anyone in the grocery store—“this is Penelope,”—a beautiful cocoa-skinned woman smiled. Emma closed Mason’s mouth for him before drool rolled out—“and this is Zane.”
She pointed to the guy in the back. “Please disregard his outfit. He’s obsessed with some guy named Bran Smoker.” The group broke into laughter, releasing the built-up tension.
The stranger was true to Jordan’s description. He wore a silver-gray top hat, coat, gloves, and pants. His hair lay in smooth waves to his shoulders. And the sunglasses perched on the end of his nose resembled John Lennon glasses: small circles that reflected a rainbow of colors like an oil slick.
Zane gave an indignant huff. “Aria, please. How many times…it’s Bram Stoker.” The man turned to Mason. “If I may be so bold, sir. The cliché you referred to—a vampire not entering a home unless invited in—is quite a falsity. I assure you Hollywood does not know the ins and outs of the vampire species. But other than that, I enjoyed the movie.”
Emma tugged on Mason’s shirt. “What movie?”
Mason grinned. “ Lost Boys . Don’t worry about it. It was before your time. Mid-nineteen eighties.”
“I know the Lost Boys . Who in their right mind hasn’t heard of that movie? Those guys were so sexy.” She laughed then glanced at Zane again.
With all once again seated, Tristan turned to Aria, but Aric interrupted. “Dad, may I ask Aria a question first?” He gave a slight nod. Jordan looked at him with a questioning look. “Aria, Emma told us you’re a daywalker, so I understand how you can be here. I’m assuming the same is true for Julian, Penelope, and Zane?”
The normal-looking man lifted a finger. “Aria, if I may answer the young wolf’s question?” Aria slid back on the sofa and gestured for him to continue. The group’s eyes rested on the new visitor. “The answer is quite simple, my friend. After a certain age, the vampire body is no longer flesh as you know it, as long as the body never tastes human blood. Over time, the living cells in the skin transform into a leather-like texture that is not affected by the sun and very strong.”
“Wait,” Karla barged forward, “what’s different about human blood? What do you drink then?”
The male vampire sighed and lifted his nose. “Does anybody ever read anymore? I put all this in writing just for this reason.”
Penelope raised her brow at him. “Julian, that was over two thousand years ago. Nobody reads papyrus anymore. You have to put it in a thing called a book.”
“Yes, Penelope. Do not patronize me. I know what a book is. Has it really been that long? Seems like last year I scribed the ‘pyrus.”
“Um, excuse me?” Vampire eyes swung to Jordan. “Sir, I can maybe assist you with that. I’m writing a book on the mating ritual of wolves.”
A smile lit Julian’s face. “Ah, a child after my own heart.” A low grumble disturbed the air. Jordan kicked Aric’s shin, but the vampire reassured him. “No worries, wolf. As I was saying, we do not consume human blood from a human. Blood in the body carries a particular enzyme that allows cells to die, be carried off, and
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