"Told you he'd be angry." I said. I had heard the ruckas, and had come to check my best friend.
"Ah, shut it, he can't bite her." T.K. said back. I just laughed.
"Guess we've gotta go after him?"
"I'll go. You'll get in trouble with the Council if you come with me."
"No I can't. I can remove those burns as easily as I gave them. There'll be no evidence to convict me. Even if I do get in trouble, I don't give a damn." I shrugged. It was T.K.'s turn to laugh now. Her mum put her head round the kitchen door.
"Vampire moved in next door again?" She asked.
"Yup." We answered.
"Ah." She nodded, before going back into the kitchen.
We left via the window.
"What if he doesn't come back?" T.K. asked.
"Please. He and his brother got turned into vampires. My literal witch of a dad had an affair with a vampire, then got back with his ex wife, nine months later I'm dumped on the doorstep, half vampire half witch, and having to had a injection of blood into my neck each month so I don't go freaking insane. I'll tell him that. Then see how he feels about the whole thing." I said. T.K. nodded. She was the only friend who knew about my heritage.