“Did you just say that my eyes looked like the sun?” Casey hopped up and down on the bed. “Really?” She started ughing and grabbed Sylvie, pulling the elder vampiress into a hug. “I feel so much..what’s the word I am looking for, free. It feels like the rain has stopped in my head or something silly like that.” Casey rambled.

  Mildly ed for her one and only progeny, Sylvie waited for the round of excitement to slow before pulling from Casey’s arms. “That’s what I said, depending on how you view it they are setting or rising.” Slipping off the bed, Sylvie gnced over at the clock to firm what she’d already been sensing. “Good thing that it took most of the day for you to transform. It means you go out hunting before I tell you more.” Finding herself staring at Casey’s hair more than anything, Sylvie felt a little twinge of guilt about having to expin the darkhat was sure to try and take Casey’s mind at the first opportunity. “I see a little ring of red around your irises, which I think is normal?” Sylvie posed it as a question to herself, given she’d never successfully made another vampire. “Wait aen to fifteen minutes and you go feed off the jerk door.”

  “Wow, oh wow.” Casey excimed and jumped off the bed to hug Sylvie from behind. “I felt that. I don’t know how, but I felt that annoyance er.” Cag lightly Casey twirled on her new feet. “My little Luna actually gets angry.” Pursing her lips briefly, Casey perked one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows, “Humm, I don’t have many of my memories left. I see my mom pretty well, but I ’t even remember what my dad looks like.” She paused and closed her eyes. “It’s like seeing a sun gre..no wait..” Casey snapped her fingers impatiently, “..What is it when there is snow everywhere and you see the sun in like two or three pces at once?”

  Thankful that Casey couldn’t see relief cross over her face when the neire hugged her tightly, It took Sylvie a moment tister everything that Casey was talking about. “I…uhey are called Sundogs…that’s it, sundogs.” Sylvie nibbled on her lower lip for a sed. “Wait, did you call me your little Luna?”

  “Yep.” Casey kissed Sylvie on the shoulder, “I admit that g you mine was odd, but it worked for what I wao say, so I said it.”

  Ever sihe events that transpired in Phantasmagoria, Sylvie tried to avoid hearing people call her Luna due to the bad memories that lingered from the brutal holy water attabsp; However, hearing the pyful name e from Casey sent a little pulse of joy into her mind. “Most people don’t call me Luna anymore.” Reag behind her, Sylvie found a lock of copper-strawberry hair and twirled it. “From you, it isn’t so bad.” She hesitated, “You also call me..Taini.” Sylvie turned and saw Casey’s calming bright and brilliant eyes. “It..was my birth name.” Sylvie swallowed hard, “It’s yours to use if you’d like.”

  Actally curlioes into the floor, Casey backed away and looked down. “Oops.” Watg as Sylvie waved her hand and chuckled, Casey immediately perked up. “Thanks for telling me your real name..but I would like to almost earn the right to use it.” Casey grabbed Sylvie’s hand, “I mean, you know. A respect thing, I suppose. Don’t be upset?”

  “I’m not.” Internally wishing that Casey would hug her again, Sylvie smiled warmly. “I just thought you should know.” Going back to what Casey mentioned before, She added, “I was uhe impression that you were there when Vivienne saved Faye.” g her hands behind her back as she withe fused look in Casey’s bright eyes, Sylvie took a shallow breath, “Sorry she didn’t tell you, but you could have memory issues for quite a while.” Sylvie nervously rocked on her heels, “There are times where I see the same fog when it es to my brothers and sisters.”

  Smoothing out her nightgown imprinted with es and suns, Casey hummed lightly and then poio the suns, “Fitting for the current situation. I couldn’t tell you if I hated this nightie or not.” She chuckled, “I know it's ugly to me now.” She took Sylvie’s hand into her own, “When it came to Vivienne, I might have said it before, but whe Faye..” Casey felt the iy of reje swimming to the surface of her mind. “..It..it was like no one else really existed.” Refusing to give into the disparity, Casey locked onto the fact that she and Sylvie were bonded in a way that no one else could uand. “So, no. She didn’t expin anything to me really.” Soothed by a few bars of a song she couldn’t quite remember eg in her mind, Casey tinued. “I mean why would she tell me all the fasating vampire secrets?” Casey reached for Sylvie’s hand, “Isn’t that what my lovely creator supposed to do?”

  Hesitant to tell Casey the iable, Sylvie took a few steps bad paced the floor nervously. “I don’t kly how to expin this.” Nibbling lightly on her lip with the tip of one of her fangs, Sylvie faced the iable and formuted in her mind how to expin the dark that taunted every vampire. “There are quite a few drawbacks to being a, well, vampire.” Clearihroat, Sylvie articuted further. “You know about the blood and the burning in your throat. You should also know that the sunlight is a killer.” Sylvie watched as Casey ughed and shook her head, making her copper-strawberry hair move like a small wave. “Good. You also and probably will go into a frenzy on your first hunt. Just expect it.” Sylvie stopped pag and looked ily at Casey. “Accept that you are a predator. You ’t avoid it.” Holding up a single finger, Sylvie smiled. “However, with time you temper it.”

  “I saw what Faye did at times, so I think I get it?” Casey half questioned, and sat down on the bed. “Frenzy as in what?” Casey peered at Sylvie puzzled. “I see it in your lovely half-moon eyes. You’re hiding something.”

  Taking the opportunity to follow up, Sylvie cpped her hands lightly. “Not so much hiding, rather going in order.” She paused and sighed, “Alright. This is the big one.” Sitting down beside Casey, Sylvie turned her progeny to face her. “We all have it. There is a dark..darkness, that haunts all of us. I have pictured mihout a mouth and bright white eyes.” Sylvie gulped. “Shadelike. Whatever it is, you ’t get rid of it, and it will try to pull you into madness.”

  “Am I supposed to feel something?” Casey inquired while hearing another familiar so in her head. “Because I don’t feel anything.” She shrugged and widened her gold eyes. “What does that mean?”

  “For me? It was immediate. It’s a deep-rooted hate aion-driven wisp..Almost out of reach, if that makes sense.” Sylvie stood up once more, “Mine doesn’t speak, it tries to make me believe in different visions.” Notig the fused look on Casey’s face, Sylvie raised one of her shapely eyebrows. “You know I see visions. So my dark-thing-within or whatever ges them, tries to hide or in some way ge the oute.” Sylvie paused, “For reasons I ’t expin, if I see an eclipse then I know it's a real vision, I actively seek o as the vision es to me.”

  Pursing her lips, Casey trated and didn’t feel or sense anything beyond the music that teo py on occasion. “Holy? I hear a pianht now pying a version of..” Casey ughed as the name came out of her foggy memory. “I was made for lovin’ you, by Kiss. It’s like a cert hall in my head.” Squishing her eyes shut, Casey looked for something dark and vile in her, without success. Sitting in sileil the music stopped, Casey opened her eyes. “I simply don’t feel anything bad, in fact, even if I ’t recall the name of the song, it uplifts me.” Waving her hand up much like a ductor, Casey rocked on the bed. “Should I be worried?”