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Izzy didn't want to reveal anything just yet, but she couldn't just let this...this....vampire to just walk all over everything. "I am doing this because I feel like it. If I don't want them to know I don't want them to know. I don't want total chaos ruining my book! How great would a book be if it was all like 'We invited humans into a house of vampires and they all freeked out because one found out and told eveyone and chaos ensued... It would be a sucky book." Izzy had said all of this way too fast and too low for the human to hear. She took a deep breath. "I don't consider it playing with food...I find it more of getting to know people." Her dark green eyes shown that she was in charge of this house and this coven and she did not want her leadership challenged.

Anya sat up straight in her chair, leaning forward. "Poe? The Poe? Edgar Allen Poe?" she asked excitedly. "My mom loved him. We read his stories together."

"I sometimes wonder what he was like. He must have moved on for I have never seen his spirit. I'm sure he was quite the one to talk to. Even though he did marry his own cousin." Anya thought out loud. "May I ask when you were turned?"

Anya's eyes widened. "Before the Cival War? Wow. Just...wow. And as for it being a bold question...I'm a rather bold person. But, anyway, You were alive in the time of Lincoln. What was that like?" Anya realized that question made her sound like a reporter.

The direct effect that Zane's words had on Willow was obvious almost immediately, her eyes brightened slightly and her face flushed as her heart started going; a little trigger switched in her brain, taking her instantly from the unafraid-Willow-who-wanted-to-believe-but-really-didn't into Willow-who-does-believe-and-can-feel-fear. "'There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt about in your philosohpy'," She quoted, and then she smiled slightly. "The collective imagination of mankind sees vampires in the darkest corners of the world, and there are stories of them all over the world, told for thousands of years by civilizations that wouldn't come until recent history... There's no way they aren't real." She said in a half breathless voice that was struggling to keep her excitement in. Oh, Willow had done her research alright, she knew a lot of things on several subjects, and she didn't believe a word that Anne Rice or Stephanie Meyer breathed about vampires. Still, after she spoke she began again to feel the twinges of doubt, and her eyes half-lidded and she shifted away. "Still, there's never been any proof..." She sighed.

There it was again, that strange feeling, like she was barely in control of her emotions which she kept fully guarded at all times. Willow couldn't help but blush and nod, following him to the table and sitting in the chair he'd pulled out, her face red all the way to the tips of her ears. "Thank you." She murmured in response, but though Willow was charmed by his actions she was never one to get completely lost; she prided herself on the fact than no man had ever really put her off her guard, and though Zane was very close she still had most of her senses about her; and she had noticed the slip up in his words... Still, human doubt kept her from asking, kept his secret from being revealed. "I know what you mean, though. There's been stories in my family..." She trailed off, not sure if she should dwell on those parts of her family, but she continued, "Well, there's a story about my great-great-great... well, you know, grandfather back in Ireland..." She flashed him a grin and lost herself in her story, her eyes brighting again as her own mental barriers took her temporarily from his charms.

Willow could obviously hardly contain herself as she related the tale, "My grandfather and two other members of his hunting party were tracking some deer and got lost in the mists out on the moors, well, night fell and they got turned around, and as they lost their way they came across a strange stone house near a lake. When they knocked, looking for shelter, four women answered the door," She paused and looked around, knowing that this was where the story got too strange even for her tastes, or at least it was because it got embarassing, "Well, they were so bewitching that the men let down their guards and were lured inside by the women. They were... seduced, and in the middle of it one of the men happened to notice that my grandfather was having the blood drained out of him by one of the women... My grandfather didn't survive but the man managed to escape long enough to tell the story, but two weeks later his body was found with it's neck twisted, drained completely dry of blood, and lipstick around puncture marks on his..." She trailed off and blushed blood red from her roots down to her neck.

Izzy still glanced sideways at Baylor. She was still worried that he would freek and that the vamps would have to finish this quickly. "I realize this but I'm not like you in every sense. I don't just want these humans a food...I would like to give them to oppertunity to learn all they can learn...I am NOT playing with my food. I am giving it a choice." Izzy hated where this conversation had gone to and she was almost certain that Baylor had heard most of this conversation.

"Some of us are blood thirsty, others are just trying to live day by day." Zane's eyes widened into shear horror at his words. they had escaped his mouth before even passing through his brain. It was to late now though he had said it, and aloud none the less.
"Maybe she will think I was joking around" He thought, as he forced himself to look at her expression.
At this point it was sink or swim, depending on her reaction, so he played calm for a moment longer, leaning back in his chair he took to looking at the sky as he awaited the inevitable.
"A: she figures it out....B: its a joke" his mind raced