"I didn't know vampires could have children." I said, confused. Bishop was my father, I was positive on that one. There was too many facial similarities for him not to be.

"They can't. I mean, I'm almost positive they can't. Not normally, anyways." Eve said. She looked as confused as I felt. "Let me see that picture again."

Eve studied the picture and my face. "This is freaky. We have to tell Amelie." She said finally.

"We cannot tell anyone else." Jason said firmly. "Amelie, that's it. If word gets around that she's Bishops' daughter, things will get bad.

"Why?" I asked. "I mean, wouldn't being the daughter of a powerful old vampire be a good thing?"

Jason and Eve exchanged a look that said they clearly thought I was crazy.

"You never knew Bishop. Many people would kill you out of spite for what he's done." Eve said. Then her look softened. "You may not have done aynthing wrong, but he has done a lot of bad things, honey."

"No one tries to kill Amelie. She's his daughter too." I said. This conversation was bothering me. Why was everyone always talking about people killing me lately?

"Would you really want to screw with Amelie? I sure as hell wouldn't, and I'm willing to be no one else here would either, other than Oliver." Eve replied.

"Wait, wait, wait." I said. My whole body suddenly went cold. "How long has Bishop been a vampire?"

"A couple hundred years, at least. Possibly thousands? Who knows. A long time." Jason said. "Why?"

"Because, I'm only seventeen. That means that he was for sure a vampire when he, you know helped my mother create me." I said. When they both gave me blank stares, I continued. "Does that make me part vampire?"

Jason shrugged as Eve said, "I have no idea."

"Feel like biting me ever?" Jason asked.

"No."

"Does it hurt when you go out in bright sunlight?" Eve asked.

"No, but I don't tan very well." I said, and motioned to my pale skin.

"Any weird aversion to wood or stakes? Like to eat your steak raw? Ever want to sleep in a coffin?" Jason fired at me.

"I don't think that one's true." Eve put in.

"No, and no. Ew. And definitely no. I have claustrophobia. " I said, and wrinkled up my nose.

"Then I'm willing to bet you're not part vampire. You don't fit any of the stereotypes." Jason said with a shrug.

Suddenly Eve's phone rang.

"Be right back." She said, and flipped it open.

"She's not upset that we were watching a movie together, is she?" I asked Jason when she was gone. He turned to face me, a confused look on his face.

"Why would she be? Eve likes you, apparently. Though I don't see why." He replied.

"Well, she's your girlfriend. I wouldn't be too happy if I had a boyfriend and he was watching movies with another girl, whether or not he hated her." I said.

"I was trying to tell you before, Emma. Eve's not my girlfriend. She's my sister." He told me, then added, "And I don't hate you."

Is it bad that I felt slightly relieved.

"Oh, well... um. Let's forget I brought that up, okay?"

"Why would you care, anyways?"

"I do-"

"Sorry, that was Claire. She wanted to know if I was coming home soon." Eve said with a smile. "I guess I should be going. Jason, next time I call you fifty times, answer once. Or call back. I was worried."

"Sorry. I've been busy." He replied.

"Behaving, I assume?"

"Don't worry, I've pretty much just been driving Emma around like a taxi service." He replied, and roled his eyes.

"You be nice to her. She's a nice girl, you're lucky she's even giving you the time of day." Eve teased.

"It's not like that." Jason told her quickly.

"Whatever. I'll see you too later. We're having a big dinner at the glass house tomorrow. You're both invited." Eve said with a smile, going to get her jacket.

"Yeah, that'll be fun. Listening to Shane bitch all night." Jason muttered.

"Come on, Jason. He's trying. He's not used to giving people second chances. He's having a hard time getting over that time you stabbed him..." Eve trailed off, realizing she'd said something she shouldn't have. Jason gave Eve a, "Shut the hell up!" look.

I turned to look at Jason.

"Well, I'm going to, um, go. Bye!" She called quickly, and ran out the door.

Jason avoided looking at me. He stared at everything else in the room, but me.

"You stabbed someone?" I asked, incredulous.

"I told you, Emma. I'm not who you think I am." He said angrily. "Come on, I'm driving you home."

"Wait, can't we finish watching the movie first?" I asked quickly. I did want to watch the movie, but mostly I didn't want to go home. Not after the stunt I pulled with Darrel.

"What're you avoiding?" Jason asked, looking me straight in the eyes.

"What are you avoiding?" I countered.

"If you don't tell me, I'm taking you home right now." He said angrily.

"Fine!" I said back, equally angry. I stood up, and walked around the room. "Darrel's my mom's boyfriend. He likes to drink. When he does, he gets... angry, sometimes. That's all there is too it."

"That is not all there is too it." He said, standing up as well.

"Whatever. I told you what I was avoiding, now can I stay?" I asked quietly.

"You mean overnight?"

I bit my lip, not answering. I didn't want to have to stay with Jason, who was rude to me about 90% of the time, but it was better than going home.

"Fine. But I'm not sleeping on the couch this time." He said.

"Fine." I replied, and sat on the couch. Eventually Jason joined me and we finished watching Cruel Intentions without speaking againg. When it was over, Jason stood up.

"There's blankets in there." He said, pointing to a closet in the hallway. "I'm going to bed."

"Night." I called after him. Then added softly, "And thanks."

Jason didn't reply. I went to the closet and grabbed a blanket. Then I shut off the lights and curled up on the couch. Just as I was about to fall asleep, there was a knocking on the window behind my head. Confused and disoriented, I foolishly opened the curtain.

Just like last time, the vampire was standing face to face with me through the glass. And just like last time, he smiled that cruel smile at me. I stared, frozen in horror. This time he wrote the message right in front of me.

"I know who you are, Bishop's daughter."

Suddenly my body unfroze and I quickly shut the curtain and ran up the stairs. Jason's door was open, but instead of knocking I just busted right in. I flicked on the light and jumped into bed with him, without even thinking.

"What the hell?" He asked, sounding annoyed and half asleep. He rubbed his face and the looked at me. "What're you doing?"

"It's the vampire, from earlier. H-he was there, at the window an-and he was listening to us all night. He said that he knew who I was and then-" I stopped suddenly, noticing for the first time that Jason was only in a pair of black boxers and I was lying in bed with him. "Uh, he smiled at me."

"We'll deal with that in the morning when we talk to Amelie." Jason said, sighing. "Go back to bed, Emma."

"Are you crazy?"

"Yes." Jason replied, looking serious.

"I can't go back down there." I told him.

"Then turn the god damn light off." He said, and rolled over and pulled the blankets back over himself.