PSL - How on earth did I get so jaded? Life's mysteries seem so faded...

[beyondthisillusion]

She'd survived the day. That was the most astonishing thing. A part of Danielle had been absolutely certain that Noah and Lucia would take her out while she was asleep. Or at the very least, stake her and shoved her in a closet. And she wouldn't have blamed them, really. She'd been prepared for that. But night had come, the sun had set, and here she still was. Under armed guard--she could hear the bullets clinking in the cartridge of the woman who'd been assigned to be her 'escort'--but alive, nevertheless.

Small favors. Although she couldn't help but wonder if she was somehow disappointed. At least if she'd been taken out, the misery would be over. What lay ahead was murky, to put it politely.

For the moment, though, she figured she'd take advantage of being among the Palmers, connect to the mother she'd never known. While she waited for Noah and Lucia to make their final decision about her fate, she contented herself to flip through an old family photo album.

What she'd been hoping to find, she didn't know. But as she turned pages and the clock ticked away, she found herself festering in disappointment.

She didn't look a thing like her mother. She was Miles Remington's kid, through and through.

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[beyondthisillusion]

It was the affirmation she needed. A spark of hope in the darkness that maybe, just maybe, Danielle could find the things she'd been looking for. Home. A community. A family. Trust could be earned, with time. But there was no getting around looking like a monster to a child.

It was small, but it was something.

She nodded slightly. "That's good," she said to Maria, "you shouldn't trust me yet. You don't know me well enough. But I hope that...I hope that your parents will let me show you that I can be trusted."

[firewatcher]

Maria's parents had warned her often that more often than not monsters that looked human were often the worst of all, and not to get too close based on appearances. But even though there were plenty of weird, inhuman things about Danielle, she seemed... genuine. For now, anyway.

"They'll do what's best," Maria said, wary of making any promises for her parents. "But I hope you get the chance you want. To become more human again."

[beyondthisillusion]

Frankly, Danielle wasn't entirely sure what she would have done with herself, had Ruby not come along. The idea of taking a short walk out into the sunset had a surprising amount of appeal. Not because Danielle had a flair for the dramatic--she didn't--but because she simply couldn't stand the thought of spending eternity feeling the way she felt.

Now that she knew she had the chance...

There was hope.

"I suspect they will," she said. "They're Palmers." Because, somehow, that meant more than being a Remington. It meant tradition. It meant loyalty and family and an understanding of right and wrong.

[firewatcher]

"They'll be fair. Especially if you haven't done anything wrong." There was just a slight, questioning emphasis on the if. The Palmer family was selective in their hunting—if mostly out of practicality. They'd leave those that kept to themselves and kept their claws or fangs clean alone, for the most part.

Maria hesitated. "How'd it happen?"

[beyondthisillusion]

The machinations of Miles Remington were a sore subject for everyone in the family. Danielle figured it was probably for the best to stick to the basics. After all, Maria had parents who were still worthy of respect. She didn't want to put any ideas of disobedience into the girl's head.

"Well," she said haltingly. "When a vampire wants to turn another vampire--that's called the Embrace--he or she will find a human and...kill them. But before they die he or she will put a little bit of blood into that human's mouth. So they don't really die. They change instead."

And here, Danielle thought she would never have the chance to talk about the birds and the undead bees.

[firewatcher]

"I know that," said Maria, rolling her eyes. "That's totally in basics, kid stuff! Georgie can probably answer that one already. I mean, like, how did it happen to you."

Danielle's avoidance of her actual question probably meant this was getting personal—she'd figured out that adults rarely really misunderstood her questions—but there's no way her parents wouldn't have already asked. It wasn't rude to want to know, too. Or it shouldn't be.

[beyondthisillusion]

Rude? In certain circles. For Danielle, it wasn't rude so much as painful. She'd wished again and again and again that that night had never happened, that she hadn't given in to Dad's demands, that she hadn't let Shawn comfort her and steel her resolve.

But...wish in one hand, spit in the other. See which one got full first.

Hint: It was always the spit. And then you had a hand full of spit, which was just gross.

"Like that," Danielle said quietly. "I don't know what her name was. I wish I did." She shook her head. "What you have to understand is that before it happened, I was a hunter, just like all the Palmers."

[firewatcher]

"You didn't choose it." It wasn't a question. Maria was still trying to figure Danielle out, but the quiet way she said her piece made that plain.

She nodded, and made a face. "I wouldn't wanna be one either. Drinking blood sounds gross."

[beyondthisillusion]

Danielle nodded. "It's pretty gross," she agreed. "But you gotta do what you gotta do to survive. Because I can't help people if I'm starving."

Again, her thoughts drifted to Ruby. Ruby was like a fairy godmother who was going to make everything better. Of course, Danielle knew she was putting all of her eggs into one basket, but she couldn't help it. She needed something to believe in, something to keep her going.

"I want to keep hunting," she told Maria gently. "Hopefully, your parents will let me help."

[firewatcher]

"More the merrier, I figure." Maria shrugged. "They won't take me along yet, not 'til I'm a little older, but I wanna help, too." She chewed on her lower lip a little, in thought. "I guess getting that up close and personal with the bad stuff is a good reminder of why you're fighting it."

A good reminder of how dangerous it could get out there, too. But she already knew that. If it wasn't dangerous, they wouldn't have to do it, right?

[beyondthisillusion]

Thank God or whatever entity was out there that Noah was a better father than Miles. Even if Maria wasn't exactly a conventional kid, there was no harm in keeping her safe a little while longer.

It gave Danielle hope for her own prospects.

"There are lots of ways you can help without doing the actual hunting," Danielle pointed out. "there's learning all the lore. And helping out around the house so there's one less thing to worry about. And cheering up your parents, if they had a bad night."

[firewatcher]

"I help out around the house plenty," Maria said, sighing. "Me 'n Georgie—well, we do lots of stuff." In fact, since last year, Maria had been in charge of the house while everyone else was out, taking over for Andrew—but she knew she probably shouldn't tell that to Danielle before she was officially cleared. Loose lips, etcetera.

"But I've been practicing a lot," she continued, a small grin starting to creep onto her face. "Andrew just finished his certifications last year, but I think I can do it before I'm fourteen."

[beyondthisillusion]

Certifications? Well, that sounded weirdly official. Of course, everything was in contrast to Miles' style. He tended more toward the fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants, who cares if it's legal, philosophy.

The answer to that was Danielle.

Danielle cared.

"Andrew's your brother? Well, I'll bet you can too. I'll tell you a secret. Girls do everything much faster and much better than boys."

[firewatcher]

Maria couldn't help but grin. "I dunno if that's for real, but just between us, I'd believe it."

She glanced over her shoulder for a second—Drew could get a little touchy about that topic—but no one else had shown up. "Already passed wilderness tracking and survival, unarmed defense, cryptozoology basics, urban navigation, and basic firearms."

At Danielle's slightly questioning look, she added: "When we started asking when we'd get to ride along, Mom drafted this big list of stuff we'd need to be able to do first—she's a teacher, so of course she did. Pretty sure she doesn't think any of us can do the whole list before fifteen, but like half of it is sports and outdoors stuff, and that's easy."

[beyondthisillusion]

"Sports and outdoors stuff are important," Danielle said, leaning in just a little bit, under Lupe's watchful eye, "but I'll tell you something that I totally believe. A hunter's strongest, most important, most valuable weapon is her mind. Anyone can shoot a gun at a vampire. But it takes someone who's done a lot of studying to know that doing that won't kill them. You need to be prepared to go into a situation and know exactly what you're dealing with and how to deal with it."

Scenarios had been one of Danielle's favorite training exercises. It was one of the few places where she was better than Shawn. Way better. Sure, he could throw her across a room. But she was the one who could save his ass when a security alarm went off.

"Let's say," she said, using the same absent drawl that Miles used to use when he was quizzing them, "a demon caught you and he's going to kill. He offers you three different ways to die. First, you could go into a room where there's a firing squad waiting to shoot you. Second, you could go into a room that's filled with poisonous gas that will choke you. Third, you could go into a room with a dozen starving lions that haven't been fed in three years. Which room is the one you pick?"

[firewatcher]

"Kind of a stupid demon to not just kill me right away," muttered Maria. "Random as heck ways to die, too. Then again, if demons made any kind of sense they wouldn't be a problem, so whatever."

She stuck her hands in her pockets to think. "I guess a lot of it depends? After all, if there's no way out of the rooms until I'm dead, it doesn't matter, so I'm assuming it's possible to escape the room eventually. If it isn't, I shouldn't go into any of them, and try to stand and fight where I am instead.

"If the firing squad is made of real people who are fallible, and not, like, more evil demons, I'm small and cute and therefore most reg'lar people wouldn't want to kill me. Plus, if I can surprise one of them, I can arm myself. Also it's harder to hit a moving target, especially a small one, and I can run fast. On the downside, guns are really dangerous.

"The poison gas, I guess it'd be an issue of whether I could get out of the room. Probably not. I could probably wrap my face in my shirt for a while but I can't use the gas to break my way out, and it probably can't hurt the demon. So, scratch that one. Um... if the lions haven't been fed in three years, they'd be dead, so that seems like a pretty good one, unless they're zombie lions or the three years was hy... hy-per-bo-lee. If they aren't zombie lions but are still alive somehow... I dunno really how lions work, but I might be able to make myself appear more threatening or distract them. Or if I happen to have a snack with me I might be able to feed 'em and make them like me, help me get out."

Her brow furrowed in thought. "So, definitely not the poison gas. I guess I'd go with the lions, because having to fight a bunch of guys with guns sounds like a bad idea, and the lions aren't necessarily out to kill me. Assuming that the whole thing isn't some kind of elaborate illusion or magic stuff. I dunno, what would you do?"

[beyondthisillusion]

Listening to her reason it all out was remarkable. Danielle couldn't help but smile. And when Maria got to the part about the lions being dead, she was about to congratulate her on figuring it out.

But she kept going.

At least, Danielle mused, analyzing and over-analyzing situations ran in the family on her mother's side. That made her feel better about herself.

When Maria finished, she nodded in approval. "You hit it on the head with the lions. You don't feed anything for three years and it's gone."

[firewatcher]

"Nice!" Maria couldn't help but grin widely. "I thought that sounded kinda funny. Dunno what kind of demon would offer me that kind of deal, but the reading I've done on 'em says a lot of 'em like being tricky. It's important to be thorough, Mom says." She paused. "Though Dad says maybe not so thorough that you lose track of the situation. But still."

She cocked her head to one side. "That the kind of thing you run into out there? I've heard a lotta stories from Mom and Dad and Aunt Lupe and everyone about family adventures, but they never talked about you." Maria glanced briefly at Aunt Lupe, who merely smiled back at her. She seemed to have relaxed, leaning against one arm of the chair.

[beyondthisillusion]

It was no big surprise that they didn't talk about the wayward Remingtons. Danielle could only smile grimly. She probably wouldn't talk about them either, if she had kids.

A pang of loss hit her suddenly and she had to push it to one side.

Like always.

"No," she admitted. "I can't say that we've come across demons quite like that. But we have fought a lot of vampires. Some of whom wanted to summon demons."

[firewatcher]

"Yeesh, they must have been some seriously bad dudes. What, was bein' a vampire not enough bad stuff for 'em?" She shook her head. "No offense, but Mom and Dad told me lots about vampires they've run into, and it seems like you can do plenty of bad without going all infernal."

[beyondthisillusion]

"No offense taken," Danielle assured her. Although it did sting just a little bit. But then again, she'd made the same assumptions about vampires as a human.

Firsthand experience was a bitch.

She sighed. "There are just some complicated people out there."

[firewatcher]

Maria raised both her eyebrows. "That's the word Mom uses when she really means 'terrible.' Kind of like when she says someone has 'interesting opinions' or 'a unique perspective.'" Why couldn't adults just say what they meant all the time? It wasn't as if she couldn't figure it out.

She chewed on her lower lip a little. "What's so complicated about them, anyway?"

[beyondthisillusion]

Danielle smiled. "I think what makes them complicated is the fact that they don't fit into the pictures we have in our heads of them. I mean, look at me. I'm a vampire. Am I living up to the idea of a vampire that you have in your head?"

She more lived up to the idea of a vampire that Anne Rice had in her head, frankly.

[firewatcher]

Maria clasped her hands behind her back, standing with the posture of someone reciting from textbook or memory. "'Vampires, like all supernatural creatures of human origin, can look and behave in as many ways as humans can. You must not let your guard down, no matter how un-monstrous they seem.'"

She paused.

"Not really, though," she added, in her own words. "I mean, I guess vampires can be like anyone, but I was expecting a little more, you know... black-wearing. More teeth." She mimed fangs with her fingers. "Maybe a cape. I like the flannel better, though."

[beyondthisillusion]

It was a good edict to live by, Danielle supposed. All the same, she was relieved to hear that she didn't entirely live up to expectations. Of course, Maria hadn't seen her teeth. But at such a young age, she decided it was good to hold off on that experience as long as possible.

Someday. Assuming Noah let her live.

"I'm not sure I could get away with a cape," she said. "My brother could pull it off though."