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The Game Is On

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"I wouldn't worry your pretty little head about it."

Iolanthe held her knife tightly in her right hand, blade facing backwards as if she'd lunge and slash at her date given a moment's notice. Why was there no reflection in the mirror? It wasn't due to some 'lack of soul' religious garbage. Other vampires had reflections, souls: the College had proven it.

"I'll figure it out."

"Good luck. No one has ever figured it out."

"Bloodsucking time traveller?"

"Don't try to wrap your head around it, Iolanthe." Things had been going so well until the curtain had literally fallen. Iolanthe hadn't questioned why she had all these mirrors covered, 'til the rod broke and Zoe's lack of reflection was revealed. "It just is."

"Then why hide it?"

Zoe huffed and rolled her eyes, crossing her arms as she leant against the wall. "Dracula? Carmilla? Edward? It never ends well. You came armed to a date."

"Well you lied to me."

"I omitted things, I never lied! You never asked the right questions either. I think the real question is, what are you?"

Iolanthe averted her gaze. She was something other than human, that she knew as a certainty; the rest was as unknown to her as Zoe's true identity had been a day ago. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I would've, given time. What are you?"

"I don't know."

"No unnatural pull towards blood or moonlight?"

Iolanthe shook her head.

Zoe grinned. "This is a mystery. Come along then, Watson!"