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Leo
After my father apparated us home, I poked around at the dinner Shari had made, before excusing myself for bed.
I hadn't been very hungry, just tired.
The next morning, Shari woke me up at the crack of dawn to train. By the early afternoon, I was exhausted.
With concerned looks, they let me go to bed.
I wandered down stairs, rubbing my eyes, and noticed Shari and my father staring at me.
"What?" I asked, confused, and Shari drew back the curtain to reveal that it was dark. "So I slept for a few hours, so what?" My father shared a look with her before stepping forward to place a hand on my shoulder.
"Leo, you slept for over a day." I stared at him for a second before chuckling nervously.
"You're kidding... right?" Shari shook her head.
"Have you been feeling any different lately?" I shrugged, thinking.
"Not really... tired more often, not as hungry, but nothing serious." I pulled out one of the chairs at the kitchen table.
"Did you sit down because you were tired?" I hesitated for a second before nodding.
"Leo, when was the last time you ate?" My father asked and I paused, thinking back.
"Like... Tuesday?" Shari sat down in her chair, hard.
"Leo, it's Sunday." I winced slightly, rubbing the back of my neck.
"It's not that bad." My father watched me carefully, also taking a seat at the table.
"When was the last time you hunted?" I shrugged.
"The second to last day of term." Shari paused for a second.
"And before that?" I furrowed my eyebrows at her.
"The day before." She and my father shared a look.
"So, you've been eating less, but sleeping and hunting more?" I hesitated, sensing there was most definitely a catch, but nodding nonetheless. "Leo, I think you might be sick." I stared at them, incredulous.
"Vampires can get sick?" Shari sighed.
"Not without help." I raised an eyebrow, not understanding.
"We don't think you're sickness is caused by natural causes, Leo. It's like you've been poisoned somehow. Would anyone want you dead?" I froze.
"Could it be slow acting?" They both shared a look before standing, rounding the table, and standing to one side of me.
"It could be... but who'd want to hurt you?" I grimaced at Shari's question.
"On top of the many vampire's who think I'm an abomination? Try: My mother." Shari's mouth dropped open.
"Last summer, after Lisbet and Jonothan attacked, she kidnapped you. Leo, what did she do?" I shrugged.
"You know, I'm not entirely sure." I glanced around. "Where is Lisbet, anyway?" Shari patted my hair, and I felt my father watching me in concern.
"She's out hunting." I nodded slowly, moving to stand up before stumbling slightly.
"Leo!" My father cried, sounding panicked. After all, vampire's, even vampire hybrids, didn't stumble.
"I'm fine." I murmured, straightening up.
"You're not fine." Shari reminded me, looping an arm around my shoulders, so she could catch me if I fell, I knew.
"We'll ask Lisbet if she know what happened when she gets back, for now, you need to eat." My father advised, and I groaned.
"Not hungry." He fixed me with a stern look he really couldn't pull off.
"Leo, you need to eat." I waved him off, but Shari grabbed my arm, dragging me back to the table.
I struggled against her, and at first, she won, but I twisted quickly, wrenching my arm out of her grip.
"I'm not hungry." I reiterated, and she watched me with concern in her eyes.
"You have to Leo, you haven't eaten in days." I shook my head, fighting back a yawn.
"You're tired again, aren't you?" I stared at them, dropping my head to gaze at the ground.
I didn't want to admit it, but I was scared.
I hated seeming weak, but I knew I couldn't fake it around them, and I just wanted to be alone, and to rest my eyes again.
"Leo, we'll figure this out." My father reassured me, resting his hand on my shoulder. "Just go to sleep, we'll handle it." I didn't want to agree, but I nodded, and climbed the stairs nonetheless, too tired to be all that bothered by the weakness I was showing.
"What if we can't 'handle it'?" I heard Shari ask, and I paused at the top of the stairs to hear my father's reply.
"We have to. He's my son..."
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