My Stepbrother's a Vampire!

13; Team Alec

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-Sam

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The next morning I wake earlier than usual—glancing out my window, I see the sun beginning to rise, bringing with it the vibrant colours of San Francisco that will later tinge the skies and eventually fade. I twirl the end of one of the curtain around my finger absentmindedly as my mind naturally flickers to Alec. I have no idea whether he has returned yet, nor Richard for that matter; I went to sleep before I could find out.

Oh crap, I remember with a sense of shame and anxiety, thinking back to last night's events. Mom walking in on me and Alec almost kissing.

You were practically making out, my subconscious argues.

No we weren't, I shoot back. Our lips didn't touch.

If you had given it five more seconds they would have.

My lips pucker slightly as I wonder if that's true. I can certainly recall the intensity of Alec and I's moment, the heat—even thinking about it warms me. There's a certain fire Alec brings with him, a passion he makes present within me no boy before ever has. I used to think it was just irritation at his arrogance, but it isn't just that. I like him. Really like him. A small part of me wonders if it's because of his looks and uneasily I quell it. They don't do any harm, that's for sure. Well, I wonder, thinking back to the website I checked out before, remember why vampires look so good. To lure their victims. Are you a victim?

YES, my subconscious screams, reclining on a luxurious cream sofa whilst brandishing a pair of handcuffs—and not the kind police use.

I am not a victim. Yes, I am fully aware of what he is and what he's capable of. I think of George. Maybe even me last night—for a second it looked like he wanted to bite me.

Bite away, my subconscious murmurs.

He's dangerous. He's a vampire. There are certainly darker undertones to our relationship which would send most running. But not me.

Feeling inexplicably relieved, like a weight has been removed my shoulders, albeit a small one, I close my curtains, absently noting that the sun has fully risen, and make my way to the bathroom to get ready.

Downstairs in the kitchen, Mom is brewing coffee. A part of me toys with the idea of darting out of the house before she can talk to me. Do it, encourages my subconscious. But I know I must face her soon enough.

She is fully engaged with her high-tech coffee maker and I quickly make myself a slice of toast before turning to her.

"Mom," I say, worried—her expression is glum as she stares at the machine, unfazed almost. "What's the matter?"

Mom jumps, as if I have startled her. She turns slowly to me and forces a smile. "Morning honey. What are you doing up so early?"

I repeat my question and she merely shakes her head. "Oh it's nothing. It's just Richard and Alec haven't come back yet and I'm getting worried."

I take a bite of my toast. "Haven't they even called?"

Mom shakes her head, and a little colour drains out of her tanned face. I wonder why she is so worried.