“Hello?”repeated Anne. I shook my head, and came back to reality.
“Anne! Hi!
“Hey, Malice!” Anne sounded oddly relieved.
“Anne! Okay, I found out who’s car it was!”
“Who’s?!?” her voice was perplexed, as if she h ad an idea who’s it could be and didn’t like them.
“This guy named Haze. He’s really weird.”
Dead silence.
“Anne?”
“What was his last name?” Anne said rather horesly.
“Crest I think. Why? Ya’ know him?”
“That crazy son of a.....” she cursed. I had a felling she knew him.
Suddenly, Anne spoke up again.”What did he say, exactly, what did he want?”
“ I don’t know,” I said, shrugging my shoulders, even though Anne couldn’t see me.
“Something about Shame only having 14 days to tell me something, and that I would see him really soon.”
Anne cursed again, and I thought, ‘wow, she must really hate this guy.’
Anne spoke up again.
“Hey, mind if I come over? I need to ask Shame something.”
“Well, you can come over-” I started.
“Great,” she said interrupting me.” I’ll see you soon,” and hung up.
“But Shame’s asleep,” I muttered.
5 minutes later, I heard the screeching, of tires and then a fist pounding on the door.
“It’s open!” I yelled, to lazy to get up.
Anne burst in, cursing loudly, and yelled,”WHERE IS SHAME!”
I looked at her, crossed between confused and amused.
“Asleep.” I said pointedly looking at the stairs.
“WELL HE’S NOT GOING TO BE FOR LONG!” Anne stormed up the stairs and I quickly got up to follow. If she was this mad, then Shame might need some help.
When I caught up to her, she was already pounding on Shame’s door.
“OPEN UP, SHAME!” Anne yelled at the top of her lungs. I covered my ears, seeing that I wanted to still listen to my music, thank you very much.
The door opened, and Anne ended up accidently knocking on Shame face. Or maybe it wasn’t an accident.
“Ow,” he muttered, rubbing his nose, before looking at Anne crossly.,”Do you have any idea of what time it- oh, hi Malice.” he changed the statement quickly. At first I wondered if he was going to say “what time it is” but then it hit me. My brother. Had just. Called me. MALICE.
“AHH! I yelled,”WHAT IS WITH YOU PEOPLE AND CALLING ME THAT!?”I blinked, and the sudden rush of rage at the name was gone. I blushed when I noticed both of them staring at me strangely.  
“Sorry,” I muttered. Shame nodded slowly, and then turned back to Anne.
“What did you want, exactly? Or did you just feel the need to come banging at y door when I was taking my nap?”
Anne got strait to the point,”How did he find her?!? I thought you got rid of the trail!”
Shame looked annoyed, and ran a hand through his brown hair.” I thought I did to. Apparently, I didn’t do it well enough. Her scent is very distinct, I told you that.”
I stood there, looking blankly at the two of them, who were oblivious to my presence.
“Wha-? My scent?!” I asked, trying to get them to talk in plain American.
They both looked at me, than each other. Shame gave Anne a knowing nod, and she abruptly turned to me.”Hey, Malicious, Shame and I need to talk. Like, alone.” She looked pointedly at the door, but I stubbornly crossed my arms.
“No way,” I said,”You are obviously talking about me, and I want to know what’s goin’ on.”
Shame sighed, exasperated, and said in a older brother tone, one he almost never used,”Please Malicious.”
“Nu-uh” I said firmly. I knew I was acting like a 3 year old, but hey, a girl does whatever she has to do to get what she wants.
“Fine!’ Shame exclaimed, throwing his hands into the air,”It’s not like it’s going to make sense to you anyways!” I shrugged, and followed him and Anne when they went back down to the living room. Shame and I sat on the sofa, and Anne sat on the big red armchair.
Anne shifted her gaze back and forth between me and Shame, before she leaned over and whispered something in his ear. Shame’s expression turned to stone.
“No.” he said out flatly.
“But you told me.” Anne said. I listened more closely. Shame was right. This made about no sense whatsoever.
“And remember how that turned out?” Shame said, his tone expressionless.
Anne grimaced, and then said in a matter of fact voice,”She HAS a right to know, ya’ know.”
“She’ll know when the time is right.” Shame retorted.
“WHAT DON”T I KNOW!?!?” I cried out, frustrated.
Anne looked at Shame and said.”Tell her.”
“No.”
“Yes”
“No.”
“YES!” Anne and I exclaimed at the same time, although Anne was a litt-le bit calmer.
“I am not-“
“Tell her or I will” Anne interrupted.
Shame’s eyes widened in disbelief.”You wouldn’t.”
Anne’s face didn’t change, but we all knew that she would. And for that, I was glad! I didn’t know what the heck was going’ on!
Shame looked back between me and Anne, trying to figure out someway to get around this I guess. I had a feeling he wouldn’t find one.
“Fine.” he finally said curtly.”But I don’t want to be in the same room when she knows. I’ve had enough things thrown at me the last time.”
Anne winced, but nodded as Shame got up and started for the stairs back to his bedroom. When he was on the first step though, he turned to me with a look of caring in his eyes.
“Malicious, just so you know, no matter what, you’re my little sister, and I love you. Got that?” I nodded slowly. What, was Anne going to tell me he was really the reincarnation of Hitler sent back to try and destroy all the jews? I mean, it’s a long shot, but that’s what they were acting like it was about.
Shame smiled, then gave Anne a small glance and headed back up the stairs.
Anne stared after him for a moment before turning to me and taking in a deep breath.
“Malice,”she paused slightly,”Shame’s a vampire.”