Merci
Pointless. It was completely pointless.
Vampires don't have a whole day dedicated to eating plates full of food that are strong enough to make the strongest man sleep for a week. Vampires don't make mashed potatoes, or cut vegetables, or help cook a turkey. Vampires don't set tables or sit with their coven and watch movies. Vampires don't grow five to ten pounds in one day.
Vampires don't do Thanksgiving.
And it was the morning of this holiday that found Mina pacing the kitchen of the Dracula home. Her hands continually adjusted and ran through her hair and her eyes scanned and bolted at everything around her. Finally she stopped and leaned heavily on the island, her back hunched and her head hanging low.
"I'm going to die." Mina mumbled and William entered the room with plate full of food.
"I wasn't going to say anything but you beat me to it." Her head lifted only enough to see William through her hair and what he saw froze him. A fierce glare stung from her pretty eyes and he looked away.
Amare came in after his brother and slapped William in the back of the head. "Idiot."
"Be nice, both of you!" Davide scolded and placed a hand on Mina's back. "Mina is right, this is very dangerous."
Instantly laughter rang in the kitchen as Casimir heard what his middle child had said. "Ha! Dangerous? The worst that could happen is some garlic was slipped into the turkey! And knowing Otis, he would sniff it out long before it came out of the kitchen!" He took Mina's hands and had her face him. "You will be fine, my dear."
Mina looked into Casimir's brilliant blue eyes with a cold shine of disbelief.
"Oh, Mina, don't look at me like that." He urged and she sighed. "Amare has trained you well, and you are a very strong vampiress for one so young. If anything were to happen, you will survive."
"I'm more concerned about what my family will think when Joss doesn't." Mina turned away and scooped a finger full of mashed potatoes. "So tell me again why a house full of vampires is making dinner when they clearly don't eat it."
"Every year Casimir invites every vampire within a hundred mile or so radius to have dinner here. We do eat the human food but dowsed in blood so it is more tasteful to us." David told her, loading vegetables onto a platter. "It is a vampire's way of feeling like a human on a holiday that has them wishing for the loved ones lost and the lives we had once wanted."
"Makes sense..." Mina replied and was about to walk out of the kitchen when Amare gripped her arm suddenly. "What?" She snapped at him.
"Take it from someone who has issues with it...Anger is not a way to express betrayal."
Amare locked his blue eyes on here and Mina ripped her arm from his hold. "Did you come up with that before or after you murdered all who did you wrong?" Amare's eyes narrowed slightly and his lips returned to the straight and expressionless emotion they usually were in. Mina didn't allow him to reply and walked out. "See ya when I punch my backstabbing cousin in the face!"
Mina went to her room to grab her things before she headed back to Bathory. Inspecting herself in the mirror, she thought about how much she would rather be here with the vampires instead of 'home' with her family.
She pulled on her black Vans and shoved on her warm but light jacket. Then she left and hurried back to her current home at Otis's house, the house that once belonged to Vlad's parents before they died. When she arrived Otis was waiting for her so they could pick up Nelly and Vlad and head over to Henry's house for Thanksgiving dinner.
