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I woke up feeling rather hazy and warm, there was a scent in my nostrils that I wished I could wake up to every morning. It smelled like Nathaniel.

Stretching I turned around and curled up again, quickly drifting off for another hour or so. Until at last the room had gotten too light for my senses to ignore it.

When I opened my eyes the first thing I noticed was that the bed was empty, I was alone. The second thing I noticed was that I was most definitely in Nathaniel's room and I was wearing a shirt of his instead of PJ's. The shirt was large enough to be a dress or nightgown though.

My eyes searched for a clock and finally landed on the analogue, old fashioned alarm on his nightstand. It read ten AM.

Fuck!

I sat up straight and scrambled out of bed, I was missing school! Shit why didn't he wake me up? Where was he anyway? Don't tell me he went to school and left me here!

Searching around the room I couldn't find my own clothes anywhere so I slipped on the way to large pair of sweats that were his. They had been folded over a chair in the corner.

I was about to open the door to search for my clothes or overnight bag when the memories of last night crashed into me. There was a lot of white noise as my mind scrambled around all the impossible things it wanted to forget.

'Soulmates...' the words tumbled off my lips and I had to sit down again on the edge of the bed. Nathaniel believed we were Soulmates... And I told him I believed so too. I realized I still believed that, I was already missing him terribly.

Then there was this whole thing about Telepathy... And a connection that Nathaniel and I apparently shared that allowed us to touch each others minds and share thoughts. I wouldn't have believed that if I didn't remember clearly doing that and experiencing that myself these past few days.

Just to prove it was true I focused my thoughts on Nathaniel and called out in my head: 'Nathaniel? Are you at school? Why didn't you wake me?'

I didn't feel or hear anything and I was almost starting to think it hadn't worked and I was making a fool of myself. But then I felt it, a soft caress across my mind and Nathaniel's voice sounding amused: 'I tried a ghrá mo chroí, you were sleeping very deeply. Enjoy your day off, I called you in sick. Elliot is around the house somewhere if you want company.'

I had the vague sense of a classroom I was looking out over and then that image was gone...

Okay that was pretty cool. I hadn't imagined that... If only he could have told me where my bag with clothes was.

I was just about to leave the room again to find either my clothes or Elliot when I remembered the last words he'd said to me before I'd fallen asleep.

"Yes Amelia, exactly like a vampire."

With my hand on the doorknob I stared at the dark wood, had that been my sleep supplying those words? Or had Nathaniel really told me last night that he was in fact a Vampire?

I angled the thought at him immediately and the answer was instant. His sending no more then a single word: 'Yes.'

On wobbly legs I turned back around and crawled into his bed. Maybe I should just go back to sleep... It seemed my mind wasn't functioning properly after all...

When I woke up for the third time that day it was because my stomach was growling angrily. The scent of fresh apple pie and cinnamon hung in the air and without thinking I scrambled out the door and down the stairs.

Following my nose I ended up in the kitchen where indeed Elliot was cooking up all kinds of delicious things. His back was turned to me but he started piling food on a plate for me even before I'd said hello.

'There you go sleeping beauty,' he said as he handed me the food. 'So... How are you feeling?'

I dug in, while I thought about that.

*~*

I wanted to go home as soon as possible so that I could check on Ams. I was worried because she had taken the whole 'I'm a vampire thing' rather well. She felt so... serene and calm that it seemed almost unnatural.

The last time I told someone what I was... Well that person hadn't taken it so stoically and I couldn't believe that Ams showed so little emotion over the whole thing. She must be in some sort of shock and I wanted to be there to make sure she was alright when the truth sank in.

Although... The mental link, she'd picked that up so fast. She'd even managed to contact me twice already today and once two nights ago.

During third period I constantly looked at the empty seat she usually sat in, Missy was sitting in her usual seat next to it with the biggest grin ever on her face. She was completely hyper over the fact that Ams now knew what we were... Although I'd only said I was a vampire.

Eliza sat in the front as was usual and instead of her constant flirting she stared at me with this intense focused look. It gave me the chills, that look told me she was trying very hard to figure something out. Something about me...

Before I'd met Ams I would have gotten Jake and Missy and moved to a new location, to prevent people from finding out what we were. Now... I wasn't worried about Eliza figuring out what I was but what I was to Ams and she to me.

No matter how often Ams assured me that she got along alright with Eliza and that she didn't need help. I knew Eliza was out to get her, out to get MY mate and I couldn't let that happen.

When class finished I found myself alone with Eliza.

'Hello Mr. Flynn,' she said her normally sultry voice gone to make place for an 'all business' one.

'Hello Eliza,' I replied, fixing a stern look on my features. 'Is there something you wanted to ask? Anything you didn't get during class?' It was hard to sound polite since my voice wanted very badly to snarl and the monster within me wanted to smack the girl silly for having hurt my Mate.

She smiled and suddenly the air around us filled with that pheromone scent that came from her more Siren qualities. That had to have been a deliberate act... I was suddenly doubting my assertion that she knew nothing of that heritage.

'I want to make you a deal Mr. Flynn, or can I call you Nathaniel as well?' she said.

The sound of my name coming from her lips was wrong, especially after I'd told Ams last night how she was the only one who called me that nowadays.

'It's Mr. Flynn Eliza, I might be young for a teacher but that doesn't mean you get to call me by my first name,' my tone was barely civilized now.

She smirked then and I wondered if that was because of the out right lie I'd just spoken. After all, I was easily ten times older as the oldest teacher on staff here.

'Suit yourself, I know you allow Amelia to call you that though...'

'Not in public!' the words left my throat before I could stop myself and after I'd said them I knew there was no backing down. 'She's exceptionally bright, the assignment's she turns in are college level. I've been helping her getting a possible scholarship and giving her extra work that is more challenging.

Now... if you'd show the same potential I might consider doing the same for you but it seems your talents lay elsewhere. Now if you'd excuse me?'

Eliza folded her arms underneath her chest, pressing her ample bosom up so she nearly popped out of her top. 'No you're not excused Mr. Flynn.' She said the name mockingly, clearly she didn't buy my story.

I raised an eyebrow at her and upped my own mental abilities, putting as much power as I dared with a human into the command I said: 'Leave Eliza. Don't bother me again.'

Her spine stiffened and her feet were already moving in the direction of the door but to her credit she was fighting the command. She didn't think I was very threatening, she thought she was the predator and I was the prey, not the other way around. It gave her the strength she needed to fight it, that plus her own slight resistance to it.

I turned on my glare and opened my mouth slightly, letting her see a hint of fang. 'You do not want to piss me off Eliza, it would not be pleasant for you. I however might very much enjoy snapping your neck.'

She stopped fighting and was nearly out the door before she managed to say with a very strained voice: 'I guess that means no deal... Too bad for you, Amelia isn't going to like what will happen.'

The little wench was out the door before I could stop her and as I sped after her I saw she had a whole crowd of groupies waiting for her outside. My throat dry and thirst flaring I watched her sashay away, I could tell she was scared of me now but not scared enough to keep her hands off Ams.

I had to fight down the urge to contact Ams and tell her and Elliot to get her stuff from home so she could permanently move into my house. Knowing Amy she wouldn't take that very well... She'd never leave her brother behind, I understood that; I'd never leave Missy our Jake if I didn't know they were safe.

'Missy, keep an eye on Eliza, she's up to something,' I send the thought to my sister but it wasn't half as easy as sending thoughts to Ams was. Even though I'd been doing this for centuries...

I vented my anger by setting fire to a stack of papers I was going to throw out. It wasn't very satisfying but the power inside me rolled when I tapped into it. It felt good, like stretching your muscles after sitting still for a long time.

When at long last the last students had left and I had no more classes to teach I all but ran to my car. It felt agonizingly slow to move that way, I wished it was dark already and I could run home instead of drive, it would be nice to move at vampiric speed and stretch my body.

Missy and Jake were both waiting and they got in without a word, sensing my need for speed. Although Missy seemed to be in just as much of a hurry as I was, she kept saying how much she had to tell Ams now that she knew.

Every time I tried to tell her I hadn't told Ams about her being a vampire too she'd shush me and launch into another topic. Finally I gave up, I'm sure Ams had figured it out herself or else probably Elliot had told her by now.

When we reached the house I could feel Ams emotion's much clearer and I knew she was in the kitchen talking to Elliot and tasting food. She was completely relaxed and anxious for me to get home.

I drew in a relieved breath and followed Missy inside at a more reasonable pace.

'Amy!' Missy chirped happily as she bounded into the kitchen and enveloped my mate into a nearly bone crushing hug. 'I'm so glad you know now! I have so much to tell you,' the words rushed out of Missy's mouth at surprising speed and I wondered if Ams even got half of it.

Missy's enthusiasm made me realize how badly she'd missed a female friend these past centuries... It was obvious now and I felt sorry that I had not noticed it, if I'd known I would have chosen locations to live at with more vampires.

Despite my distaste for most of the female vampires... I did not appreciate the fact that women always seemed to go after the strongest, most powerful and commanding men.

Missy was still spewing words at Ams, telling her about how lonely she'd been without someone to share things with and that she hated lying. Amy was staring with open mouthed surprise at my sister and when Missy noticed she abruptly shut up.

Ams looked at me for a moment and then turned to Missy, 'You're a vampire too?'

'Eh yes... You only told her about yourself didn't you?' Missy turned to me to glare and I smiled as I crossed my arms in front of my chest and leaned against the doorjamb.

'I've been trying to tell you that the entire ride home deirfiur og...' I told her with a smirk. Behind Missy Ams giggled at my sisters expression and I opened my arms, signaling that I wanted a hug. My heart literally jumped when she didn't hesitate in hurrying over.

Tension I hadn't known was there drained away as soon as I wrapped my arms around her small frame. Her delicious scent wrapping itself around my head.

'Much better,' I send her the thought and sighed when I felt the same emotions reflected inside her. She'd missed me and she really didn't care about what I was...

'I have so many questions...' Ams said and she shyly looked up at me and then at Missy, 'Jake's a vampire too then right? Are you even really siblings?'

Missy giggled, her good humor restored as she nodded. 'Yeah he is and yeah we are.'

'Let's sit down in the living, I made cake to celebrate,' proposed Elliot as he picked up a very pretty looking cake and raised it to show us.

'Celebrate what?' I wondered.

*~*

'The fact that Amelia now knows, to welcome her into the supernatural community,' said Missy. She'd obviously read his mind and Elliot beamed at her as she danced over to him, grabbed his hand and lead him out into the living.

I thought it was really sweet that Elliot wanted to welcome me with cake but it seemed a bit like a waste if he and I would be the only ones to eat it.

Nathaniel unwrapped his arms from around me and tugged me with him into the living, there he gracefully sat down on one of the couches. Jake was already seated in one of the big chairs and Elliot and Missy sat snuggled on the loveseat.

Two plates set with cake.

I took one and then sat down next to Nathaniel, he didn't hesitate to wrap his arm around my shoulders and pulled me sideways into him. His breath filtering across the back of my neck, it made goosebumps rise on my arms.

To hide my blush I took a bite of the cake and then nearly moaned at the taste explosion in my mouth. Seriously... Elliot should be chef in his own restaurant or something. It was just that good.

Nathaniel chuckled, 'She likes it Elliot. Maybe I should offer you a job... I think Bellavene could use another cook.'

Elliot laughed, 'Cool...'

'Now, what questions did you have a ghrá mo chroí?' Nathaniel asked as I put the empty plate on the salon table. He surprised me by pulling my legs across his lap and wrapping his arms around me so tightly that I was practically sitting in it.

'I missed you Ams and in a little while you have to go home...' he offered as an explanation. The thought gentle and filled with a sense of longing that I couldn't entirely place. Was it because he'd missed me and longed for me then or did he long for something even now?

I sorted my mind so I could ask the questions that had been ghosting through my head all day. Talking with Elliot hadn't helped, he'd raised more questions then answered. I understood he really was a witch now and that his grandmother was apparently called the Crone, which meant she was the oldest and leader of the witches in this community.

But about vampires he hadn't known all that much and he certainly hadn't been willing to discuss them. He said I should ask Nathaniel every time I asked something mostly.

'Eh... Okay do you really drink blood and how often do you have to?' I asked, I was a little worried about that. It wouldn't do if my boyfriend was a murderer... Although I didn't think they had to kill when they took blood.

'We really drink blood Ams... It depends on the vampire how often they need to feed and how well they are able to control themselves,' Nathaniel said with a gentle smile.

'I go about two to three weeks in between feeds,' said Missy. 'But I knew a vamp once who fed only once every six months... He was really old though.'

'How often do you feed?' I asked Nathaniel.

'Two weeks, but lately a little more often again... By the way Jake, that was good advice, it does make things more bearable.'

Made what more bearable?

Jake nodded and then spoke, for the first time ever since I met him with full articulation. 'I knew it would Nate. Before you ask Amy, I feed once a week, often even twice. For me it is much harder to control my... fangs... when I'm not full.'

As he said it I realized I could see his fangs, as he moved his lips I would catch glimpses of the elongated teeth.

'They come out whenever I'm around humans...' Jake said flashing me a rather wry smile. I understood why he never talked much now and why if he did he always mumbled. It was to hide his fangs...

'Okay... How about daylight? None of you seem affected? So that's a myth? And garlic and stakes and crosses?'

They all laughed, including Elliot. 'None of that works... Depending on the age of a vampire. Stakes work sometimes, through the heart or the head. For me... They'd have to remove my brain to actually kill me, for all of us here I think,' Nathaniel explained.

'Oh... Why the brain and not the heart?' that was completely knew... I hadn't heard of that before.

'If you'd take out my heart or at least stake it... It would regenerate eventually, its only a muscle and we don't actually need it to pump blood through our system. Our brain, it still seats the center of control, remove that completely and it wouldn't regenerate and thus kill us,' Nathaniel said as he ran his hands over my back, tracing patterns.

'But a young vampire would die if you staked his heart?' I wondered.

'Yeah... the longer we live, the more our very cells become infused with the immortality. The rate at which this goes is different for everyone, so the older you are the more physical trauma you can regenerate from.

A few decades isn't enough to keep you alive if you fall from the 20th floor or something or get run over by a truck.... A few centuries probably is.'

'Oh, and how do you become a vampire? Do you really exchange blood or something?' that would be interesting to know because maybe one day I'd have to become one. I couldn't keep growing older each day and eventually die while Nathaniel lived on forever young.

'You actually do yes but it's taxing on the maker so it doesn't happen very often... Its very dangerous for the maker to make more then one person into a vampire in a short period of time. We don't know why exactly because the blood exchanged isn't enough to even drain you a little,' Missy was the one to tell me this and for some reason she looked at Jake as she did.

'Okay so vampires don't lightly make that decision? How come you three were all turned then?' I asked, it seemed strange that three siblings would all be made. Or did they all have different makers?

'I was turned first,' said Jake, 'and then I turned Missy and Nathaniel myself...'

I gasped at this new information, was that why Jake had more trouble with control? Because he'd turned two people?

Nathaniel nodded, following my train of thought, 'We think that has to do with it yes. It is possible he gave so much of his strength and power to us when he turned us that it left him none for himself.'

Powers? I had to ask about that later.

'We lived in a small village in Ireland, a place that no longer exists. Jake was eighteen when he ran away from home...' Nathaniel started.

Missy clapped her hands, 'Yes Nate, tell her the whole story. I love it when you tell stories.'

Nathaniel nodded and cast Jake a searching look, as if to ask if that was okay. Because it was obvious this was largely Jake's story. I didn't see Jake nod but something was communicated between the two males.