SWEET SIXTEEN
DISCLAIMER
Okay background info: Dennis MacDonald is a vampire, Nora's not. Casey started showing signs of vampirism at thirteen, but Lizzie hasn't. The Venturis have no clue about it. Companion to "Secret Tradition". Won't make sense unless you read that first. Takes place after Show-Off-Tune. I'm gonna be usin' some names from a couple of my favorite movies, but only as an homage. No crossovers. I kinda skip over the daytime, but only for the sake of the story. Takes place after the latest ep. Belongs to Canadian Television and Disney.
Casey MacDonald groaned in pain as sun shone through her window.
"Bad, bad. Sun bad," she complained sleepily, diving under the covers, falling back asleep. Minutes later, she heard someone entering the room.
"Casey, why aren't you up?" her mother questioned.
"Sun bad," Casey responded groggily. Why wouldn't people just let her sleep?
"Oh, sweetie. Already?" Nora asked in sympathy.
"I turn sixteen tonight. We knew it would happen," Casey mumbled. Wanna sleep, she thought irritably.
"You just rest. I'll call the school and tell them you're sick," Nora said. As Casey fell back asleep, she heard the sound of her blinds being closed. Nora walked down the stairs back to the dining room.
"I thought you were going to wake Casey up," George puzzled.
"She's sick," Nora answered, leaving no room for arguments or discussion.
"Okay," Lizzie MacDonald stated, recognizing her mother's tone.
"Sick? Should I go check on her?" George queried.
"No, she said she just wants to rest," Nora assured him. With that, they all went about their morning routine. Nora and George took the kids to school, and then went to work. At school, Emily Davids was waiting by their locker, when she saw Derek Venturi.
"Derek!" she called.
"Oh, hey," he acknowledged.
"Where's Casey?" the girl wondered.
"She was sick today," he told her.
"Oh, wow. I'm sorry to hear that," she responded in concern.
"I wouldn't worry too much. It's probably just a twenty-four hour thing," he assured her somewhat dismissively. The bell rang and they went to their classes. After school, Derek and his younger siblings, Edwin, Marti, and Lizzie bounded into the living room.
"Where's Casey? Where's Casey?" Marti wondered.
"She's probably still asleep," Nora surmised.
"I'll go check on her," Lizzie offered. She went upstairs and to their room. Quietly, she opened the door.
"Casey?" she asked. Nothing. "Casey?" she repeated, walking up to the bed. Casey yawned and Lizzie could see that two of her teeth were beginning to sharpen into points.
"Oh. Sorry," she whispered. Then, she hurried out. "She's fine. She's still sleeping," she stated, coming down the stairs.
"Is she still feeling badly?" George asked in concern.
"Just let her sleep it off. She'll be fine," Nora told her. George frowned, not convinced, but let it pass. At the end of the day, Casey's eyes opened. She sat up. Then, opening her mouth, she hissed, letting her fangs breathe air.