"What if the prophecies are wrong?" asked Brannan.

            "They aren't."

            "How do you know?"

            "How can an alive child be born form something that has been dead for centuries?" I quizzed and made my point, "My cousin is like me too, and he had his own prophecy."

            "Are you kidding?"

            "No.  Conner, I mean…Stephen, no, Conner, was born from Darla and my mom's step brother Angel."

            "This is crazy."

            I felt my face change form, which it only does when I'm upset.

            "Is it?"  I asked to draw attention to my face, a thing I wouldn't normally do.  But I have to win the argument so that I can get home.

            "Oh, Jesus," gasped Shalimar.

            "You believe me yet?" I said and hid my face in my hands.

            I could feel everyone slowly back away from me.  It's a disease, a contagious, disgusting, immortalizing disease of the flesh.  Making the dead come alive.  Oh if only they could see what I see.

            "I think you have us convinced," said Adam, coming closer to me and touching my arm.

            I looked up at him and smiled, bearing my midget fangs.  When he didn't falter I returned to my human form.

            "I'm hungry," I said and smiled sweetly, "Can I go yet?"

            "Yes."

            I snorted and took off through the doors.  I stopped as I ran into an opening, which contained a large pool with floating candles.  I stared at it, seemingly transfixed.

            "Amazing isn't it?"  commented Brannan from behind me.

            I nodded, and then turned my head towards him.  I smiled timidly, "I can't find the kitchen," I stated.

            He shook his brown head, "Follow me, I'll show ya," he said and walked off.

            We walked down a hallway and through some doors, and there was the kitchen of my dreams.  Everything a cook could want and more.  "It's beautiful," I gasped.

            "Wow, I've never heard that before."

            I snapped out of my astonishment, "Do you cook?"  I asked.

            "Occasionally," he stated, not sure where my question was going.

            "I cook.  I cook very well.  It's one of the only things I'm passionate about, and a good kitchen is one of the ingredients to a good cuisine," I told him, feeling that I had to explain myself.

            "I see," he said slowly.

            "I'll cook for you," I smiled and went to search the pantry and cupboards for ideas for dinner.

            Disappointingly, there was a lack of abundance of food.  I had to settle for my spaghetti sauce and garlic bread, a regular at my house.

            One by one, everyone turned up in the kitchen to see what I was making, complimenting the smell.  "Wait till you taste it," I said with pride.

            I fed everyone, and we all sat back with satisfied looks on our faces and bulging bellies.

            "I underestimated you," said Shalimar, "You are good for something."  She grinned.

            "No, I'm good for a lot of things.  Who's still hungry?"  I asked, and got up to go to the fridge.

            "How can you possibly be thinking about food?" asked Jessie.

            I the thought that I was still hungry stunned me.  I had in fact been stuffed to exhaustion five minutes ago.  "I don't know.  Growth spurt?"  I said hopefully.

            Adam didn't look so hopeful.  "I don't think so Jonny.  I think it would be a good idea to get another sample of your DNA."

            "But you just did that," I protested.

            "Perhaps you're mutating faster than we thought."