"It's not my week to handle this" I thought to myself as I picked up the phone, frowning at the number on the caller i.d. "Hello David. What's up?"
My ex-husband on the other line hesitated. "I need you to take Lily for the week. Something's come up."
"Yeah, I bet something's come up," I thought dryly to myself. "Sure, I'll grab her after school." I said into the phone.
"Great," David sighed. "I know it's not your week to take her but it's really important and..."
"I said I'd take her," I interrupted. "I gotta go. I'll talk to you later."
I hung up the phone before he could reply. I set the phone back on it's cradle and dragged a hand through my shoulder length blonde hair. I didn't enjoy talking to David. If he wasn't the father of my daughter, I wouldn't talk to him. As it was, we saw each other once a week to exchange custody of Lily and I felt it was more than a little ackward because David still believed he loved me.
"That's your own fault," I thought to myself. "If you had known back then what you were doing, things would be different. But you wouldn't have Lily."
Lily. She was my life now. The only family I had remaining. I lived to find a cure for her so that she wouldn't have the disease like I do. So that she wouldn't have to discover things the hard way, as I did. So she wouldn't lose everyone she loved as I had.
I adjusted my thigh-highs before slipping on my heals. Looking at myself in the mirror, I adjusted my knee-length skirt before pulling my suit jacket on over the top of my beige blouse. I grabbed my briefcase on my way out the door, locking it behind me.
I slid into the company car waiting for me at the curb, adjusting my skirt as I sat down. "Change of plans this evening Vincent," I said to the driver. "Lily is spending another week with us."
"Do you think that is wise?" questioned Vincent.
I sighed. "No, but I love her Vincent. I would rather she was with me than him so that I can keep an eye on her."
"When are you going to tell her?"
Oh, that simple question. My breath caught in my throat and my breakfast churned in my stomach. "I can't do it yet Vincent. She's much to young. I don't know how to explain it to her," I breathed.
We continued to drive in silence, the passing cars providing me something to focus on as we continued to the lab.
How was I supposed to explain to a six year old that she might become a succubus like her mother?