The Proverbial Cat is out of the Proverbial Bag

Hi there, this is Kaya again.

Ever since we first met Clare, we've gone to see her every evening. She hasn't really wanted to talk much about... you know... blood-sucking stuff. She's really interested in what we do during the day, though, and asks all about it. We figure it's a good thing because she's starting to trust us more. It's progress.

This evening, things didn't go according to plan. When we got there, Clare was clearly worried. Like, more than usual. She that said when she was leaving to... get food... the night before, there was a girl on the deck next door. It was Kiwi - our ten year old neighbour. Clare tried to talk to her, but Kiwi ran into her house; Clare could see through the glass door into their kitchen. Kiwi was talking to "a blonde woman" - who we know is her adult sister Inna. She pointed outside, at our shed, so it was clear what they were discussing.

We hadn't told our neighbours about Clare, obviously. They're like extended family to us, now, but we haven't even told our guardian. 

Now... we're waiting to see what's going to happen. What is Inna going to do? Who is she going to tell? By tomorrow, is our guardian going to know? Or the whole neighbourhood? Or, worst case scenario, whoever Clare is hiding from?

Not good. Not good at all.

~Kaya