Vicki takes Marcus home, and she lay in bed with him until he falls asleep.
At around 3am Vicki wakes up and Marcus is not in his room. She looks for him, but can't find him anywhere. She goes out to the front deck area and finds him laying in the hammock staring up into the sky. She walks over to him.
"Marcus, what are you doing? Its 3am." She demanded.
"I can't sleep." He answered.
"That's it, you couldn't sleep. Come on back inside, its chilly out here." Vicki said.
He got up and went back inside, and finally fell asleep just before the sun rose. The next day at school was torture, his eyes burned just as they did the day before. He went to practice and regretted it afterwards, his whole back and across his chest was badly sunburned, he kept his shirt on when his father picked he wouldn't be questioned. He went straight to his homework and was really quiet the entire time.
Henry tried to make conversation with his son, "How was school today?"
"Fine." Marcus replied.
"Just, fine?" Henry questioned.
"Yup. He paused. When is mom coming?" He asked.
Henry was hurting inside, he couldn't even have a decent conversation with him.
"She'll be here soon." He answered.
Marcus looked up at his father. "Dad, I'm sorry, do you want to see my portfolio from class?" he asked with a smile.
Henry smiled. "Yeah, lets see what you've got."
"Its not finished or anything, but." Marcus added.
Henry flipped through the pages of his art, and notices many similarities between their work. He came to a few drawings that made his blood run cold. He saw a direct connection between Marcus's drawings and his troubled past. They were so vivid, and it reminded him of the night he was turned.
"And what was your inspiration for these?" Henry asked showing him the drawings.
"Oh those, I read the book Nightwalkers, and just drew what I saw." Marcus said eating a twinkie.
Henry smiled a little. "Taken a sudden interest in vampires, have you?" he asked.
Marcus shrugged. "I wouldn't exactly call it an interest, but, you know its something different."
"Yeah." Henry said softly handing him back his black binder.
"Moms back." Marcus said just before Vicki opened the door.
"Hi sweetie, how was school?" She asked with a smile.
"It was good." He smiled back.
"Guess who has a birthday coming up?" She asked.
"Hmm I wonder." He replied sarcastically.
"Are you ready?" She asked.
"Yeah lets go. Oh wait, I almost forgot I have an art show next week, can you come, Dad? It would mean a lot if you could be there."
"What time is it?" Henry asked.
"During the day at 3-5:30pm." Marcus replied.
"I'll be there." He said firmly, as he looked at Vicki and then back at his son.
"Why don't you head out to the car, and I will be right there." Vicki told Marcus.
Vicki looked up at Henry. "The sun sets at 5:21 tomorrow, do you really think you can make it?" She asked. "Cause I don't want to see him disappointed."
"Vicki, I said I would be there, I will be there." He said as he kissed her.
They started to make out when Marcus walked back in the room.
"Geez, why don't you get a room." He joked.
They stopped and smiled over at him.
"You don't see me and my girlfriend making out. He paused. Well not where you can see us anyway." He added. "Ill meet you in the car."
Vicki and Henry looked at each other. "Did you know about this?" they asked at the same time.
"How come you and dad never got married?" He asked abruptly.
"Oh well your father and I are two completely different people with different lifestyles, it just wouldn't work between us." She sighed.
"You love him." He said.
"Of course I do." She answered quickly.
"Would you ever have any more kids?" He asked.
"Oh, I don't know, maybe." She answered. "Why all of the questions, Mark?"
He shrugged. "One more, I promise. How come Dad, only works nights? I see my other friends' father's going to their games, and kicking the ball around with them."
"He's been to some of your games." Vicki piped in.
"Yeah, only my night games. He wasn't there last year when we played in the semi's, or for my Kung Fu tournament. I feel like he doesn't exist sometimes. Well he does, but only at night."
"Where's all this coming from, Mark?" She asked.
"I didn't want to say anything, but I want you to know what I'm feeling. I feel like your hiding something from me." He looked deep into his mother's eyes searching for an answer.
Vicki tried to keep her composure. "Baby, were not hiding anything from you."
"You promise, Mom." He asked.
"Yeah, sweetie. I promise." Her heart felt heavy, she had never lied to her son until know.
