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I didn't know what to say, so I remained silent, "We find it very intriguing that you have the same passion for certain things that my mother did," he continued, gesturing toward his family. It seemed as if he was alluding to the Underworld without actually saying it. "Alexander shared her interest in painting, while you seem to share her other passion." Vampires? They waited for my reaction. How was I supposed to respond? I turned to Alexander for help. His normally soulful eyes appeared to be red. "I think we should talk about something else-," Alexander said to his father. "I must say, it does concern Mrs. Sterling and me," Mr. Sterling continued. "My mother was a very lonely woman isolated in a town very different from her own family. I wouldn't want you to suffer that same fate." Alexander was fuming. "We've invited Raven over for dinner, not a dissertation." "Constantine, Alexander's tight," Mrs. Sterling interjected. "There is plenty of time for such matters." "Let's just say we appreciate your acceptance of our lifestyle and leave it at that," he said. "So what do you enjoy doing?" he asked politely, changing the subject. "I love to go to the cemetery, watch TV, and listen to music." "How about school? Do you enjoy your studies?" Mr. Sterling wondered. "Not much. I'd rather be homeschooled, like Alexander." "Is there a subject you are attracted to? Something that you fancy becoming?" Mr. Sterling asked. A vampire, I was dying to say. Like all of you. But I didn't have the guts. "Raven has plenty of time for questioning," Mrs. Sterling said. "Let her eat." Jameson came in with a tray of almost too fresh meat. It was about as unappetizing as it could be. I Create PDF files without this message by purchasing novaPDF printer (http://www.novapdf.com)was really too nervous to eat anyway and figured I'd get my calories from the veggies. Jameson handed me a special plate-a quarter chicken fully cooked. "Are you sure you wouldn't prefer some of ours?" Mrs. Sterling asked. "There is plenty here." "Raven prefers hers well done," Alexander responded. "Be sure to try it this way, It's very addicting," Mrs.Sterling added. It was then the candlelight caught the wounds of her bite marks. Was being vampires something Alexander's parents had wanted? Or would they resist bringing me further into the vampire world than I already was? We retired from the crisp night air of our backyard party to the chilly living room of the Mansion, Jameson brought in our desserts. Above a small fireplace was a portrait of a dashing gentleman, "That was my father," Mr. Sterling offered, noticing my stares. "He was very handsome," I said. Mr. Sterling laughed. "He would have been pleased to know you thought so." "This Mansion was built in honor of him," Mrs, Sterling began. "And used to its fullest. It's been a wonderful place for Alexander, too. He has accomplished a lot here." " I'll say," I remarked. "He has painted so many paintings, You could decorate the Mansion with them," I went on. "You've seen his artwork?" Mr. Sterling asked. "Yes. He won an annual arts fair contest. Didn't Alexander tell you?" "No, we didn't know that," Mr. Sterling said. "Alexander, you are holding back on us," Mrs. Sterling said. "It was a picture of me," I gloated, "and people said it was dead-on." "Interesting," Mr. Sterling said. "So that is what you've been doing with your spare time?" "He paints all the time. He's made dozens. Have you seen them?" Alexander shook his head and signaled me to cut off this discussion. "No, Alexander doesn't share his work with us," said Mr. Sterling, "Well, why don't we bring some down?" I offered. Suddenly there was ice in the air. "Later," Alexander said. "Constantine is a very busy man. He's too preoccupied with professional artists. I'd rather not waste his time." Constantine? Alexander called his father Constantine? "But-" "So, Raven," Mr. Sterling said, changing the subject, "Tell me about your parents." "They are just like everyone