When Tybalt got home from work late one night Juliet and her twins were at his house. Juliet was wearing maternity clothes. "Elinor went out," she said. "She'll be back late."
"Where'd she go?" Tybalt asked, immediately suspicious.
"Just out." Juliet tried to make it sound nonchalant, but failed. The twins and Fiona, picking up on the sudden tension, gathered up toddler Lorelei and headed upstairs.
"She's out looking for her sister, isn't she," Tybalt said quietly, suddenly feeling old.
"She knows she saw something," Juliet said.
"You put her up to this, with all your nonsense about people coming back from the dead," he said, temper rising.
"What if it isn't nonsense?"
"Give me a break."
"Tybalt, we grew up in a haunted house, for crying out loud. How can you acknowledge that there are ghosts, but refuse to accept the possibility that there's something else out there?"
"I will not have you filling my wife's head with false hopes. She was devastated when her sister died. She'll grasp at anything to have her back. I'm worried for her sanity, and you're treating this like a game."
"You're wrong," she said. "But I know what I saw. I saw your father, and if Elinor says she saw Eliza I believe her."
"Out. Get out," he said, pointing at the door. "You're no longer welcome in my house."
"Open your mind, Tybalt, before it's too late."
Juliet left, taking her twins with her, and Tybalt had a sudden urge to hit something. He took a deep breath, put his kids to bed and went downstairs to have a drink and wait for his wife.
"Romeo, you look like hell," Mercutio said. "You really need to cut back on the partying. A guy's gotta sleep sometime."
"Yeah, yeah," Romeo said, rubbing his face with his hands. "I'll sleep when I'm dead." He was wearing a shirt with long sleeves and a collar with his usual leather pants.
"You really don't look so good," Juliet said, touching his forehead with her hand. He jerked away, but not before she felt how cold and clammy he was. "My god, Romeo, what's going on? You feel like death."
"I'm fine. Look, I just came over to chat but if you two are going to go all Florence Nightengale I think I'll split. Later." He got up and went to his motorcycle.
Juliet followed him out. "Romeo, we all miss Eliza, but that's no reason to let yourself get sick," she said. "I'm really worried about you."
"You don't know what you're talking about," he said, readjusting his collar, but not before she saw the bitemarks.
"Romeo, what the --"
"Gotta go," he said, and started up the motorcycle.
"What? Can't hear you," he said, and sped off down the street.
"Romeo has bite marks on his neck," Juliet said as she came back into the house. "The same kind Eliza was found with. I know this is going to sound crazy, but I think my Uncle Richard is a ... "
"Vampire," Mercutio said, nodding. "I came to that conculsion already. I just wanted to hear someone else say it first. We sound nuts, you know? This is real life, not a late night horror movie."
"And yet, people we care about are dying and then walking around town. It seems like the only explanation, nuts or not."
"So what now?" Mercutio asked.
"So now we save Romeo from himself," she said. "We find Eliza and kill her. Before she kills him."Next Chapter