"Well, my daughter, you're one of us now. Welcome to the realm of the Hunters."
Tentra stared at the floor. Everything was all cleaned up – not only herself, but the mess left outside. Karl had found her curled up on the driveway only a few minutes after the incident, although for her it seemed much, much longer. Now her father had just told her everything – about the vampires, the zombies, the ghosts, others like her...the truth. Apparently Karl had known as well. In fact, he was one of them – a ghoul. Tentra had no idea what that meant, but she had known Karl for a long time, and something like that wouldn't break her trust. But it was still very big – not to mention the fact that her father had what could be considered enough weaponry to supply an army with underneath their house. It was all very difficult to take; it would be a long time until it finally hit her - what it all really meant. Right now, she just wanted to be normal. Her father stood. "Well, Tentra, you've had a long day. I advise you to get some rest." He walked over, patted her on the shoulder, and walked out. Tentra made no sign of moving. Karl came over and sat next to her chair. He actually looked concerned, compared to her father's indifference. Tentra was thankful for that, so she looked at him and gave him a small smile. Karl smiled back, but it was gone as quick as it came. He glanced at the ground, and spoke in a low voice.
"So you know now."
Tentra frowned. "I...I guess."
Karl sighed. "...I wouldn't have guessed you, of all people..." He shook his head, as if he didn't agree with it.
"I..." Tentra began. Karl looked at her in question.
"What, what is it?"
She closed her eyes.
"...I don't think I want to do this."
Silence. Then...
"...I don't think you have a choice."