Yes...Another Part

Okay, I'm really sorry folks, but I will be taking a leave of absence from my Utah life. Yes. Vacation. Below you will find the last part--for now. I may write while on vacation, but I will post it later.

Part IV

Fiona slowly went up the porch stairs. There were only three steps and it took ten minutes. She twisted the door knob, unsure of what she would find on the other side. She know if she wanted to know.

Upon opening the door, she found herself standing face to face with her father! She put her hands to her mouth, a defense mechanism she developed as a child. "Yes dad?" She was quaking.

"Did you just get home?" He didn't growl or bellow it.

"No. I got home earlier and then I went for a walk after dinner. You said it would be fine." She glanced hopefully at her father. He sighed a little and ran his left hand through his hair.

"Well, okay. Just not so late the next time honey. And before you do your homework...who ate here with us?" Oh yeah. The plates. And glasses. And silverware.

"That was Kristoff. My friend." She put a hand to his forehead and asked as sincerely as she could, "Are you feeling ok Dad?" He did seem a little warm. Hmmm.

"I really don't think so...ummm...would you mind cleaning up for me Fiona?" He usually never asked; he just expected it. Her father gave her a small smile and then kissed her forehead. He looked at her neck and noticed the small wounds. "Sweetheart, are you developing allergies?"

She smiled (hopefully reassuringly) ad said, "Yeah Dad, you could say that." Afterwards she chuckled and absently placed her hand on her neck. "Now scoot off to bed Dad; I'll take care of everything and then do my homework. I promise." Jokingly she gave him a swift sharp salute which he weakly returned. Then he headed upstairs to bed.

Fiona cleared the table and put the tablecloth in the hamper. The she loaded the dishwasher and set it to start in an hour to allow her father some time to sleep before it turned on. It was a little noisy and he was a light sleeper. The she got her book bag and sat down at the table. She spent about 15 minutes in a mooney daze. Mrs. Kristoff... She couldn't believe she would be getting married so young. He was handsome and wonderful so far. If he was 300...what kind of equivalent would that be to mere mortal years?

Mmm. Homework. Yuck!

Fortunately she only had to read a chapter in some Bram Stoker book and solve a few problems in Algebra II. After that was done, she turned to the computer. No, information was bound to be wrong at best. She walked slowly up the stairs, again her hand absently playing at the wounds.

Fiona went into the bathroom and did her business. Then she stood at the vanity looking at the mirror. This mirror seemed dirty too as she could barely see herself. She then started scratching her head, wondering why all these mirrors were so dirty.

Oh. Yeah.

They weren't dirty.

Maybe her transformation wasn't complete yet. But it was clear she was well on her way to becoming a vampire.



She let out a deep breath and said, "Oh boy. This could get weird."