I groaned as I heard a car door slam from outside my window. My first guess was that my sister Ashley was home and one glance at the clock confirmed that guess. Four in the morning, normally her homecoming didn't wake me up, but I had been drifting in and out of consciousness all night. Once I heard the front door close, I listened for any signs of whether she was going to go to bed or if she would stay up for a while. My computer stole my attention for a moment as it suddenly lit up. My eyes narrowed as I crawled out of bed and over to the desk. 'What is so important that you're online at four in the morning?' I thought to myself as I watched the window that displayed the actions of a man on his own computer. I'd been monitoring his actions for a while now, waiting for something interesting to happen that I could report to the man who had hired me to watch him. He opened up his inbox which held one message…from a blocked email address…something I didn't even know was possible. I watched carefully as he opened up the message and once again, my eyes narrowed. It was a page full of nothing but numbers, in a constant stream. I saved a copy of the message into a secure file and watched his actions for another moment until he turned the computer back off.

A cabinet closing attracted my attention back to Ashley who must be grabbing something to eat before going to bed. Since I'm up, and I rarely see my sister thanks to our schedules, I decided to go check on her. She was wearing a sweat suit and foraging through the cabinets to find something that would strike her fancy. "I made Chicken Pot Pie." I chirped from my spot in the doorway, startling her for a moment before she turned and flashed me her amazing smile. My sister was absolutely gorgeous, even in sweats. Her long luscious caramel colored hair fell in soft waves to her mid back while her light green eyes sparkled even at this late hour. "Thank you so much." Was her soft response as she stepped to the refrigerator, opened it, and leaned down to claim her prize. Her 5' 9" size zero frame moved stiffly, causing me to frown. 'Must have been a rough night.' I thought to myself as I walked over to where she had been a moment ago and grabbed the half gallon of milk pouring myself and her a glass.

Together we sat down at the kitchen table and, after giving her a moment to take a few bites; I asked her how work was. "Oh, it was fine; I had this middle aged housewife in my class today that had some crazy energy." I laughed lightly though I knew she was lying to me. Ever since I came to live with her five years ago, she had told me she was a fitness instructor at the local gym. But I knew she was really a dancer at that vampire bar Fangtasia. I chose not to call her on it though; I didn't tell her the truth about where I was getting my income so it was only fair. Honestly though, I don't think she would have cared if I told her that I was a private investigator. Ever since I had gotten this job three years ago she had been able to quit her other job…doing who knows what…and only do the "training" with some money left over for us to save for a rainy day…or as she says, "For my college fund." Though I don't see myself going to college anytime soon even though I am a high school graduate…early graduate to be exact. "Well, I'm glad it was a good night." I offered her a smile which she returned. "Why are you up so early? Do you open today?" I shrugged, "I wasn't sleeping very well, and actually I have the day off." I had told my sister I was working at this small shop in town where my friend Nancy worked and would vouch for me if she ever went to investigate. Not that she would, my poor sister had a lot going on that I wasn't truly aware of.

I knew she was involved with vampires. How could someone not be when they worked at a vampire bar? Sometimes she came home with bite marks…I was concerned at first, but after following her one night and watching her, willing and unglamoured, engage in actions with a vampire, I realized it was consensual. I have no problem with vampires, as long as my sister comes home every night. I considered bugging her somehow; say with a hidden camera or microphone in her coat. But, she's my sister and even if I had discovered something was going down, divulging the way I learned of what she was doing would only spark conflict over how I invaded her privacy and what not. "What are you going to do today?" she asked with a mouth full of Pot Pie. I shrugged, "Maybe go see a movie or just hang at the coffee shop and read a book." Lie, I was going to do some research that involved another person I was monitoring. This one was more personal than the other and required more…involvement I suppose would be the correct word. "Do you have work tomorrow?" I continued the small talk. She nodded as she gulped down some milk. "Yep, I go in at six to get everything set up." I nodded and grabbed her empty plate before loading it up with another, smaller, helping and sticking it in the microwave for a moment. She flashed me a grateful, tired smile as I set the fresh plate in front of her. "Well, I think I'm going to go to bed." I said stretching as I did so. "Alright, good night sunlight." She said catching my hand and squeezing it, "Good morning moonlight." I responded squeezing hers back before exiting and, after checking to make sure there had been no activity while I had been gone, slipping back into bed for another hour or two at most of sleep.