The Luna and her Quadruplet Pups by Jane Above Story

Jane

“So, what does that mean exactly? If I prick my finger in front of you, are you going to go all Dracula on me?” I squeak, my mìnd absolutely reeling with this revelation.

“Of course not.” Devon laughs, “I wouldn’t have ever rejoined shifter society if I couldn’t control myself, Jane.”

“It must be difficult though, if you see or smell blood?” I guess.

“No harder than it is for you to see a nice meal laid out in front of you. As long as I’m not starved to the point of insanity, I can easily keep that part of me in check.” He explains

“Well what about food? I mean I’ve seen you eat regular meals.” I’m leaning towards him now, so intrigued by this news that I can’t bring myself to be frightened or upset – not yet anyway.

“I can eat regular food.” He shares, the corners of his mouth tugging into a frown as he watches my avid expression. “I just also have to drink blood a few times a week.”

Now a healthy dose of fear does trickle through my senses. I’m trying to resist the urge to flinch away from him. I’m trying to be kind and understanding, I don’t want to make him feel like a monster just because he experienced something bad. It’s not his fault, it’s not his fault, it’s not his fault. I chant in my mind. He’s still Devon. “Does that mean.. do you have to hunt people?” I whisper.

Devon shakes his head, never breaking eye contact – it’s almost as if he thinks I might run if he drops his gaze from my own. “No, I get it from a blood bank. And if things get really bad I can always hunt animals, but I don’t have to kill them in order to sustain myself – I only have to take a little.”

“Oh.”I state, struggling to process this, “what about other powers? How are you able to be out during daylight?”

“Janey, not everything you read in the horror novels is true. Devon teases. “I’m still alive – not undead. The sun doesn’t hurt me, neither does garlic or holy water. Just like silver bullets don’t hurt wolves at least, not any more than regular bullets.”

“So no fun vampire abilities?” I press, smiling now, “you can’t turn invisible or hypnotize unsuspecting v!rgins?”

“I didn’tsay there were no advantages, just that they aren’t the ones you might assume.” Devon explains, “I can run even faster in human form than my wolf can when I shift, I don’t need to sleep anymore, and I’m extremely hard to kill.”

“Will you live forever?” I murmur, my mind already leaping to thoughts of how sad this would be for him – to outlive everyone he loves and cares about.

with sympathy. That also means that if he were ever

by the affectionate gesture. However after a

in my long hair. “I had to fight. I had to do a

to keep the truth from my last pack, and I have no intention of coming out

traditions around coming out?” I tease, peeking up at him and desperately wanting to take the horrible grimace off his handsome face. “Any parades or

laughs, finally releasing me from the hug. He looks down at me with a warm

don’t think being a shifter or a vampire or.. or a troll decides a person’s character. That has to come from within. I know you’re a good person, and if you want to lurk around cemeteries

be so sweet, and such a brat at the same

grin, “and if my mother were alive, she’d be beyond thrilled to see I’m getting my just desserts by having such adorably mischievous pups.” As I speak, I look towards their bedroom door, praying they haven’t been eavesdropping on this conversation. As loving and open minded as my babies are, I don’t trust them to be so accepting of a vampire in the house – even if it is

course, I should

so if the opportunity arises, they’re bound to jump

3rd PerSon

huddled behind their bedroom door, their ears glued to the wood as they eagerly listened in on their mother’s conversation with Devon. Of course, their excitement faded more and more with every word the grown

looked around at one another with stunned

Riley answered, wringing her little hands. “She just

Everyone knows that.” Ryder added, shaking his

what he says, or how nice he is, sooner or later he’ll turn on her

not survive. What if he sucks out all her bloods? Or makes her move into his coffin with

wanna live in a coffin!” Ryder exclaimed in outrage, “if she tries to make

live in a coffin, we all goes, for protection.” Parker scolded,

because their mother’s voice sounded the way sunshine felt. Then her footsteps were approaching, and Parker, Ryder and Riley backed away from

phone, and then Paisley’s familiar voice was floating out of the receiver. “You guys, thank goodness, we has an

a ‘mergency?” Ryder