Sami

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My brother has got to be the stupidest person I have ever met. It’s a miracle he lived a year before I came along. I swear, I spend more time saving his Japanese/Irish butt than I do breathing.

And he was supposed to be home hours ago.

Which means I gotta save his sorry butt again.

Okasaan* told me once- promptly after she told me what we were and why I had to keep it a secret from daídí* and Zach and the rest of the world- that humans born from non-humans were weaker than a baby their whole lives. On top of that, they have really crappy luck.

I then asked why she married daídí if she knew her first born would be such a worthless being.

“Well,” she had said, “I love him. And, there was a two percent chance of Zach being a strong non-human like you.”

If I were okasaan, I would’ve kicked daídí to the curb and gone for a non-human. That’s just my opinion, though.

“Samitha,” calls daídí up the stairs, “go fetch your brother! Dinner is in an hour!”

Quiet before okasaan hears you! If she hears I left my poor, feeble brother to fend for himself, she’d have my head as a center piece! “Ok!” I sprint down the stairs and out the door, sprinting down more stairs before finally breaking out into the drizzly fall weather. It would’ve been quicker to just jump out my window and track Zach’s scent but, wouldn’t want to make daídí suspicious.

Sniff sniff...Hm. That’s strange. From the potency of his scent, my idiot brother was but half a block from the house before his scent…

Vanished.

This doesn’t look good. Knowing his luck, he was probably abducted by a suspicious, windowless van and is now being-

Wait a second. That scent smells like...me and okasaan...That scent smells like…

 Wampire.