Disclaimer: some of these characters belong to Charlaine Harris, this is a combination of my futuristic imagination in her world.

Thanks for reviewing: justareader7883, DICATAKADD, Bloodrunk (so sorry for keeping you waiting so much!) and Delainey Dawn. For the two of you who were concerned, thank you so much. I was simply in the middle of a very though semester. Thankfully i am in vacation right now. I promise to write more frequently now.

Here goes.

If curiosity killed the cat, then fear killed the toad. Being afraid can kill you, be it because you lie or run away, sometimes actions are not really a good response to the unexpected. On the other side, when meeting something new, curiosity sometimes gets the better of us, making us forget to stop and think before it's too late. Either way, it really is a life and death situation. Accidents happen, but between control and lack of it, fear and curiosity rise later.

It's raining, again. The sky is still dark, and the heavy raindrops can be heard by the window and on the house. I think rain is the one thing of Seattle that I really do not like. It is always, always raining.

It's still a bit early for a shower, but I am up anyways. I check my tablet and, as expected, I have an inbox from Lyn. I wonder how much of my babble yesterday Pam got. She didn't say anything specific when I said that we were going shopping with Lyn. I have a weird feeling about her, like there is something she is not telling us.

I can hear the weak signal that Delia and Mamma give off while they are asleep. Delia is dreaming about hunting, and Mamma is dreaming about Dad. Well, they are both dreaming about Dad. That makes me sad too. I remember when he taught me how to defend myself. I think he had always wanted a son, maybe that's why Delia and me are so self sufficient, and not precisely all girly and gushy. I love Dad, a part of me still thinks that anytime now he'll waltz right in the house again. I wonder, if I had tried then, if I can reach out for his mind, even when my usual range is five hundred meters. Unless I am talking through the phone, it seems to transmit itself through too. Mamma says she doesn't have that. So, I guess I am special like that.

I turn to look at my alarm clock. It's four fifty three, that means I have a bit over half an hour before my alarm buzzes. I lean back towards my computer and decide that there is no better way to spend the time, well, since I am awake now, than to study. Besides, I still have two more tests. None today, luckily. Next week. And then… prom. With Lyn. I can feel the butterflies again.

"Hey!" A message pops up. Well, at least this is less intrusive.

"Hey, Pam" I type.

"You're up?" she asks.

"As you can see" I reply.

"You're an early riser," she types. She types fast. "What are you doing? Can I come up? I am curious about your dress, I was browsing some shops at the Mall for a while tonight after all of you went to sleep." I take it back, she types extremely and superhumanly fast. Well, I guess it's part of being a vampire.

"Did you break in?" I ask first.

"Sure, you can come up. I was just studying" I write.

She knocks less than a second later.

"Well, I already said you can come in" I say in a low voice. She giggles and comes in. She's awfully outgoing, for a vampire. From what I've heard I mean.

"Look at this" she thrusts a camera into my hand. There are several snapshots of some pretty nice dresses.

"They look expensive" I comment. I can afford it, she thinks, and rolls her eyes. "Yeah, but I don't wanna spend so much money on something that I'll be wearing probably once."

"Oh, come on, It's prom! Besides, who knows if you'll have one next year." True. I look at her intently.

"Yeah, we probably will have much more trouble by then" I say. She might have thought I went into thinking

"How do you feel?" she asks.

"Okay" I reply puzzled.

"Nothing special?" she says.

"Well, asides from the usual" I say.

"Oh"

"What's they supposed to mean?"

"You had Bill's blood yesterday" she explains. "Not a lot though, because I made sure of it"

"Well, you had mine too" I reply checkily.

"That was a mistake" she says. She makes herself comfortable on my bed.

"What's so wrong about bloods anyways?" I ask.

"Well, you become bonded" she says. I raise my eyebrows to point out that that is enough to explain to me whatever it is she is trying to say. When I drink your blood, it simply feeds me. But when it goes the other way around, there are so many things that can happen. Some people blend it with cocaine to have a special high. Some people use a few drops to get high on vampire blood alone. When it is consumed in larger amounts, it has healing properties, which is why I made you take some. Some people die because of vampire blood abuse. Besides all this, doesn't it taste badly to you? Anyways, you will probably have keener senses, which is something you will definitely feel. Oh, and one last thing… whoever's blood you took will be able to find you faster and… feel you.

"Feel me how?" I ask out loud. "It tastes metallic, I don't exactly dislike it" I reply.

"Well, feel your presence. But if he had also taken your blood a bond is created and he can feel your emotions and libido, and you would feel his too."

"Does that mean that I'd sense when he's horny for Mamma?" I ask. She laughs.

"Probably. Oh, and since you had vampire blood, your sex drive may be a bit stronger" she says calmly. I raise my eyebrow at her.

"Well, if I start doing something inappropriate tomorrow, I hope you'll stop me" I request.

"No, I can use the entertainment" I roll my eyes, sure, she's dead honest, but that was so uncalled for. I study her for a second, even though she is deadly pale, her rouge lipstick makes her seem even more so. She always wears nice pastel colored clothes, and they look comfy too.

"You're so different than Bill." I say suddenly, she looks at me intrigued by my statement. "I mean, he's like not very talkative and all cryptic. With you I feel like I could be talking to someone normally, someone my age." She looks at me with a tired look. "Plus, you like things. I don't think I'm saying this clearly… You are not what I thought a vampire is like. Like, outgoing and accessible. Easy to talk to. Helpful, even." I say. She laughs.

"You're Sookie's kid, for one thing. Sookie is the only human I trust and love. You're a lot like her, and even more extraordinary. I guess I am attracted to your ways. What movie are we watching tomorrow?" she asks.

"Oh, one that's based on this book I love" I inform. "To Lose Control"

"Isn't that the prequel of To See You Again?" she asks. I nod. "Awesome, haven't read that one" I get up and browse my bookshelf for a few seconds.

"Here you go, something to pass time with when we are all asleep later" I say. She grabs the book and smiles. "Perfect"

"The other one starts in the hospital, does this one end there?" she asks,

"Read it yourself!" I reply as I make towards the shower.

When I come out, it's all ready light out. Pam's gone.

Mamma is in the kitchen when I arrive downstairs in my uniform. She's twisting a cup of coffee in her hands. Delia is nowhere in sight, I scan and sense her looking for a clean pair of socks.

"Morning" I say, Mamma is still in her pajamas, or rather, negligee. But what's surprising is that she is awake.

"Judith" she starts, I get a feeling that today won't be the normal school day I expected it to be. I reply as I open the fridge.

"Yes, Mamma?" I ask, I found some yogurt quickly and settle in front of her.

"You'll be skipping school today" she says.

"What? Why?" I ask. She looks at me in that don't-make-this-though look. I have a spoonful and relax my face.

"We need to get some fake identities, papers and what not. I asked around and found a good source, but to keep our anonymity we have to be careful. I figured two telepaths is better than one. Plus, we have no idea what having Bill's blood will have as consequences." I am only half listening. I mean, I am paying attention, but the taste of my usual yogurt is completely off. I feel where it had been long before reaching my hands: I relish in the taste. It's… more milky, but the bacterias in which it fermented can be tasted too.

"That good, huh?" Mamma asks me. I stop wondering immediately.

"I'm sorry" I say" I was trying to listen" she just smiles and I feel that she knew this was going to happen.

"Yeah, that's the first sign" she says. I roll my eyes.

"Go change out of those clothes then" she tells me. I leave. Something tells me that today will be anything but uneventful.

I find a clean jeans and a comfy t-shirt that carries the bold message: recycle today, live tomorrow, printed on my abdomen. The red recycle sign is on the back. Dave hates this shirt, he says I', asking for a death sentence when wearing this shirt. I find my nice green platform sandals and hop on. Downstairs, I find myself doing nothing as I wait for her. I get bored easily and clean up the breakfast table. Once done I check the menu. I am supposed to make dinner tonight.

"Ready?" comes a yell from upstairs. I yell back a one word answer. "Si" I can hear her heels as she comes down the steps.

"Wow, you're all dressed up" I comment. She's wearing a purple skirt that accentuates her ass with a beige blouse that makes her bosom stand out. Very unlike her.

"Didn't you hear me?" she says. "Put on something fitting" she says. I roll my eyes behind my lids and go up again.

We leave the house as if we were going to an elegant brunch or something. I felt odd wearing my only nice brown skirt. Mamma starts filling me in as soon as I buckle in.

"We need anonymity, and various IDs are going to be needed, for some we use our normal appearances, but wigs and contact lenses will be used for some. The amount of these is so that nobody" I notice the emphasis on that word: any group that might want to harm Clara or us, be it vamps, shifters or weres. "Is able to follow nor find us." I nod. "the guy we are meeting today is a secret provider for terrorists, undercover vampires and government agencies. He can make a background appear out of thin air. He does not do this for anyone, we need to be persuasive"

Suddenly I understand why she's looking so nice today.

I was trying to see where in town we were exactly, but I got lost in no time. Mamma was having erratic thoughts and I thought that the best I could do was just watch the passing buildings, which seemed to be less and less as we drove away from home.

It must have been an hour later when Mamma's phone rang.

"Sookie" says I voice I could hear quite clearly from where we were.

"Who is this?" she asks into the com device.

"Jonas." The voice replies. A smile creeps up to my face. So he did call.

"What is it? Is something wrong?" she asks, going to the worst possible scenario quickly.

"Yes and no" he says. I listen in, I don't care.

"Wait a second, I'm driving" she explains and changes the audio. Now we can hear him from the speakers in the car.

"Talk" I say to him.

"Hey, Judy" he says. I hey back and prompt him to spill the news.

"Bad news is the pack disowned me. Good news is I left the pack" he says, quite uncaring about it.

"You go, Jonas!" I say to him. Mamma gives me a look.

"What is going to happen with them now?" she asks.

"They are going to go look for Sam in Argentina? Colombia? Somewhere around there, they are already contacting a pack of anteaters to help them, thinking they probably know him already" he explains.

"Anteaters?" I ask.

"It's a common large mammal there, they are not exactly hostile but it's better than looking up the jaguar pack" he explains. "And you'd be happy to know that they are not after you three anymore" he announces. Mamma sighs in relief.

"Are you going to go to Winnie, now?" I ask.

"On the top of my list" he says, I can sense the huge grin he has on.

"Awesome," I say.

"Jonas, where will you go?" Mamma interrupts.

"I'll join Winnie with her grandparents while I get a job and a decent bank account number, They are really nice folk" he says. Mamma is glad she does not have to play anymore responsibility with him.

"Well, that's about it. I have a plane to catch" he says,

"Keep in touch, you hear?" I say with a smile.

"I will as long as you do" he replies and then hangs up.

"Well, that went well" Mamma says. She stops the car in front of a very nice office building.

"This is it. Keep your mind open" she asks. I am already thinking about the headache that this is bound to give me. A guard with a rifle open the door for us. Yes…. Normal Friday.

"Yes?" he asks.

"I'm here to see Mr. Auerback" she states calmly. Hmm… this guys seems to have no thoughts at all. Either that or he is quite thick.

"You have an appointment?" he asks. We nod. "Under what name?" he asks again.

"William Compton" she states calmly.

"It says here that only one was coming" he says.

"Well, I got an escort" I reply wittily. "Since William Compton could not come himself" JUDITH! She shouts in my head. I ignore it and hold my eyes with his, trying to get something, anything. Oh, yeah, says right here… Vampire, will send representatives. Plural, duh.

"Come in" he says gruffly, then allows us in through a second door.

"Thank you" we both said.

"Good morning, how may I be of assistance?" A pretty secretary with fake breasts, fake eyelashes, fake hair color and I am pretty sure colored contact lenses, addresses us. We both smile, but I let Mamma take control this time.

"I have an appointment with Mr. Auerback, under the name William Compton" she says. She types a few things on her desk and retrieves the information.

"Yes, will it be just the two of you coming?" Mamma nods. "And you have all the passports?" she nods again. "Perfect" she startys typing again. I look at her steadily. New costumer, probably he'll make them pay triple the usual fee… not that I care, my salary won't be affected by any of it. And quite the lookers too, they must be sisters.

Sisters? Come on, Mamma thinks to me. Hey, that's a compliment for you… not so sure about how it is on my side. I remain looking at the secretary, then I find her name in an agenda badly placed across a few other papers: Paige, how proper.

"Paige" I say out loud. She looks at me. She smiles boringly.

"Yes? That's my name" she says.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was just reading it in that nice day planner you have over there" I say. "You have the prettiest eyes" I say, looking directly at them. Ha! I knew these contacts would get me compliments. I smile at her. She goes back to her screen desk and looks up a few forms for us to fill. She hands us a couple of digital wireless screens.

"Please fill these forms in, one per family member" she asks. "And as soon as you are done Mr. Auerback will see you" she says.

What was that for? Mamma questions as soon as we sit. It is a fact that treating people by their names and complimenting them gives a good impression, and makes them more willing to help that person. She rolls her eyes and starts to fill out the forms. You do your sisters and yours, I'll do Bills. I nod slightly in response.

Name, age, date of birth, possible aliases, attach photo here, sex, height, weight, and sexual orientation.

Sexual orientation? I ask. That means if you're gay or not, or both. She replies. I know what it means, my question is why is it relevant. She looks up at me with an indignant look, she looks over my first form and marks the straight check to make it easier for me. I gulp.

I open a second window to do Delia´s. Would she like going by the name Leona? Or Catwoman? I think not, so I jot in a few names: Sarah Brown, Lauren Lipton, Meghan Black, Alina Wasowski. I repeat two of the names I had already given myself: Lyn Lipton and Beatrice Black. We have to pretend to be family anyways.

Should we suggest similar last names, too? Mamma shrugs. I am ready.

Just a sec, she asks. I look around the waiting room. We are the only ones it, helping to make it feel more spacious than it really is. The caramel colored walls look anything but tasty. There is a shrub to the side, that has definitely not been watered in a while, a couple of chairs with a few outdated disposable e-magazines are on the coffee table. There is also a vending machine at the end of the room. It serves beverages and un subsistent foods. Done.

I get up and she does likewise. We go back to Paige, I smile at her as I place the screens on her screen desk.

"Thank you," she looks at the screens and then smiles at us, this time it seems a bit more real. "I just opened the door for you," and as she said it the door to our left opened. "and Mr. Auerback is waiting."

"Thank you" I say with the most genuinely smile I can and then walk besides Mamma to the door.

Mr. Auerback must think a lot of himself. He is wearing a tight shirt that is not helping his lack of pectoral muscles and round belly. He is balding, so he must be at least forty. He has small grey eyes that look like beetles beneath his dense eyebrows and bloated cheeks.

"Good morning, good morning!" he says with a smile. He stretches out his hand, stubby fingers with multiple rings. Delightful. Mamma shakes his hand first, I do likewise. Beauties like these should not hang around unknown vampires… at least not for a long time.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Auerback"

"Alf, please, please!" he asks. "And sit down, sit down" Clearly, he was taught that saying one thing once is enough. "Anything to drink? Coffee? Orange Juice? Tea?" he starts talking animatedly.

"Coffee, please" Mamma asked. I shake my head slowly.

"I'm okay, thank you" I reply with a smile. He presses a button off to his left and a coffee mug is propelled towards Mamma.

"Thanks" she says, and takes a sip. This is horrible coffee. She thinks to me without any expression at all.

"To business, then" he says, rubbing his chubby hands together.

"Yes, I am going to need seven different sets of IDs for four persons. Three females and one male. One of two natures, one vampire and two humans. You think you can arrange that?" he leans back on his chair.

"Off course I can arrange that" he says. "For a price, off course" We nod.

"How much?" Mamma asks.

"Eight thousand… americeuro" he asks.

"Five thousand" I offer, starting to haggle.

"Now, look, I am not in the habit of being told what to do" he starts.

"We are just making an offer, we can always walk out this door." I say, staring him down.

"Seven thousand" he offers.

"Five thousand five hundred" I reply.

"Six thousand, I am not offering you even one cent less" he threatens

"Deal" I say with a smile. Good, I thought it was going to be a lot more.

"And should the check go in your name?" Mamma asks, taking out her digital checkbook. He nods.

"That's Alfred Auerback, with a U" he says. We both peep inside his mind, I can feel Mamma´s presence besides mine. He is thinking of his name in a fancy script, Alfred Auerback.

"When will you have this ready?" Mamma asks. He looks between us. Mamma allows him to see the check, with the name correct, before signing it and sending it to him.

"Four days, so it should be ready by Tuesday… Look, you're asking for a lot of IDs…"

"Yes, and I heard that you are good at not asking questions" I say with an acid smile. He dislikes me, I can tell.

"Yes, off course, I was just wondering if you'd…

"Like to tell?" Mamma finishes for him. "Mr. Auerback, please… if we did not need such anonymity do you think we would have come here in the first place?" she says.

"Alf, please. And yes, excuse my prying" he says quickly.

"Until Tuesday, then" I say.

"Just tell Paige whatever time works for the two of you, or all of you if it is necessary" he asks.

"We shall, thank you" Mamma says and stands up.

"Until next time then," I say with a creepy smile towards him. If I could play with his mind a bit…

But I don't.

Mamma walks out with her chin held high. I do likewise. She smiles and pays to the secretary. I look at her as she types on her desk and gives us a disposable microchip as receipt for us to store. It says for professional services in the description.

"Thank you" she says.

"Thanks" I say too as she turns to leave. I wink at the secretary and follow Mamma.

Mamma stops at a veggie place to have lunch.

"That guy is quite greedy" I say. Mamma nods.

"Bill had told me that he would most probably ask for much more" she shares with me.

"So my haggling was unnecessary?" I ask.

"No, it was good" she says.

"Good" I reply.

"What do you want to do then?" she asks with a smile.

"I don't know, nothing else important for the rest of the day?" she shakes her head.

"Well, just get home with some blood and maybe sleep before the sun goes down" she replies. She starts taking pieces of her macadamia and chocolate chip cookie. I do not like chocolate.

"You have any idea how weird that sounds?" I say. She smiles.

"Nah, you'll get used to it" she says. I take a sip of my honey and yogurt dessert.

"Sure," I say, I slip my shoes off and on under the table. We stay quiet as we finish dessert. She has always had a sweet tooth that she cannot help, and I guess me too.

"Let's go" she announces as she takes the last bit of cookie and takes her place to the window counter at the end of the deli.

"Yes" I say. The car ride is uneventful. As soon as I get home, I go to my computer. I had to leave it behind in the morning, but not anymore. I made a copy of the receipt for today before giving the original to Bill. I also took a chance to change the log in names: Uncle Bill and Judith M.S. He can change his back if he wants too.

Eighteen new messages and five missed calls. The calls are from Dave, Piper and the school. Apparently, I did not justify skipping to any of them. I don't see why Erika cares. I go back to the messages. Five from Lyn, five from Dave, one from the school as well, Bastian, Erika, Piper and Alexa. I go for the one from school first. I make a quick reply about waking up with a slight fever, and that Mamma probably forgot to email them. Then I went to Dave's messages first, just because I would spend less time replying to those:

What is my mother's maiden name? – Dave

Are you alive or did the vampires eat you? – Dave

Hey Judy, this is no longer fun. Come out of hiding already. – Dave

Are you sick? Delia said you were. You are not contagious, are you? Because I CAN'T miss prom! – Dave

Well, at least a "yeah i'm sick, thanks for worrying would be okay" – Dave

"Dumb Dave" I think out loud. Then I reply.

Sorry, I am sick. I slept all morning. –Judy M.S.

"Judy?!" Mamma calls from downstairs. I guess if it was not important, she would not scream out like that. She usually just calls in her mind. I scretch my arms with the tablet over my head and roll over in bed to hit the floor. I skip down the stairs, not knowing what to find.

At least Jonas stayed true to his promised. Those are not panthers.

Thank you for reading, I shall update sometime this week.