Ref herself beside her Indian motorcycle that matched the vision, Sylvie held the clutd clicked the bike into ral and slowly walked the mae away from Rose’s door. Safely away from where the bike could be heard, Sylvie dipped her head into her helmet and buckled it under her . Key in the ignition, she turhe power and waited for all of the eleics to light up and give her the basic status. Pulling the clut again, she turhe key long enough to get the loud and throaty eo roar to life.

  Out of the small parking lot and turning right onto Branders Bridge Road, Sylvie guhe heavy mae and took off down the nearly dark highway. While she could have gohe opposite dire into the bigger part of ial Heights, Sylvie wahe time along the shadowy road tet or push back the vision that interrupted what was going to be a lovely evening befoing and opening the bar. Speed and the wind became her allies as she moved uered around the hairpin turns desigo keep people from rag.

  -Clearly no vampire was sulted.-

  Sylvie thought to herself, and pushed the throttle so the little needle on the expensive bike topped one hundred. Happy with her own little joke, Sylvie reached a stop sign and turned from her race trad onto a small ective side street for about a mile until she saw the familiar street sign ‘Fortune Way’. While waiting for a small line of traffic to clear so she could turn, the vampire finally focused enough to know that the st of fruity mixed drinks and beer still lingered on her clothing. Unwilling to deal with the poli a Friday night, Sylvie headed to her home, Ohirteen. Set back from the tral part of ‘Fortune Way’, her little oory stone and der block rane had rge maple trees that formed a natural driveway and took her almost to the front door. Riding through the small piles of gold-yellow leaves that had fallen with the ing of fall, Sylvie stopped the bike and shut off the engine.

  Buzzing from her back pocket clued her into the exact time of the evening. Freeing the device from its location, Sylvie smiled when she saw the highlighted name ‘Veronica Brown’ with the cute title of ‘Blood Bunny’ below it. With a flick of her fihe phone came to life. “Gooood Eveeening..muhaaa.” Sylvie tried to mirror the sound of a Hollywood vampiress.

  “Mistress, you are te. The rest of us are outside waiting for you to open.” Veronica’s soft and respectful voice offered.

  “That was one of my best voice lines yet, and you didn’t ugh.” Sylvie unlocked her front door a inside. “Veronica, I smell like a small brewery, so I am going to grab a shower and be right in.” Sylvie huffed, “You know, I gave all three of you a key.” Flig on the light to her kit, Sylvie dropped her keys on the small isnd in the ter of the room before opening the refrigerator to grab a bottle beled ‘Crimson Zero’. Using the handle on a drawer, the vampiress popped the little aluminum cap and took a couple gulps of the rich liquid just as the top cttered on the floor.

  “Yeah, we get inside. But we ’t open without you, Mistress.” Veronica giggled. “The three of us need your…attention.” Veronica paused, “Besides, it's polite to wait for the owo show up befoing inside.”

  “Just go inside, lock the door behind you a set up.” She set the bottle of blood on the isnd beside her keys and walked into the living room in the front of the house. “You don’t have to open the door to everyone before I get there.” Sylvie ughed, “Yes, I will devote ten mio your personal needs. All three of you.” Knowing what was about to happen, Sylvie held the phone away from her ear as the trio started to giggle and scream with joy. “You keep right on giggling and imagining.” Sylvie tapped the red button ending the call.

  Free of her boots, Sylvie tossed her leather jacket on the back of her reer and grabbed the fake soda bottle, swigging more of the tents. Her burning throat quelled once more, Sylvie smiled and looked at the bottle a little closer. ‘Made for personal use by Twilight Tonight, LLbsp; Patent pending.’ Sylvie draihe remaining tents ao her sink, using warm water and soap to out the bottle.

  Martin Shores, Sylvie’s only ward, had taken to heart when she oime pihat the bags of blood he’d been pr had a leftover nasty pstic taste that she wasn’t fond of. Without a hint or a vision of what was ing, Sylvie begaing little cold packs stuffed full of gss bottles that tained whole blood. Initially the mix had hints of blueberries and strawberries that made Sylvie question the mentality of her ward. When a particurly nasty tasting version of lemon-lime blood showed up, Sylvie called Martin directly and asked for no gimmicks, just the blood without the pstic taste. Bottles covered in blue and white paint with little birds on them carrying the letters in their cws, the personal name brand ‘Crimson Zero’ was formed.

  Hunger sedated, Sylvie stuck the bottle iiny crate beside the front door and walked to a little pad on the foyer wall. Using the touchpad, Sylvie first set the lighting so that it was a moderate level for any average person. Gng down at her watch, Sylvie shrugged ahe other settings alone in favor of getting ready for her evening.

  Give few months, Sylvie had gotten in the habit of iing her house for anything out of the ordinary. Tan and plush carpet had been id wall to wall within her bination living room and dining room. Along the far wall, Sylvie’s oak framed cargo sofa had been turo face where the very rge LCD television hung opposite. Taking the time to fluff the four beige pillows, Sylvie didn’t deteything unusual within the feather pillows or attached to the couch itself.

  -I know this is overkill, but sihe farm..-

  Sylvie shook off the thought a iing the room, adjusting the frames on the wall that held the small projects that she’d pleted with her neighbors and friends. Little beach ses painted while she’d eaten dinner, photos of the actors at the mill pyhouse whom she was friends with, a rge print of the town hallmark; a huge cucumber tree. She lifted all of her mps, copper dle votives and other little things to make her home look normal before she remembered the simple solution.

  -Thank you, Kody.-

  Sylvie ughed and with a tiny use of blood, tacts she barely thought about came to life in her vision. A quick self-test with a myriad of green checks dotted the outside ring of the lenses before stopping with a small prompt otom and a single word. ‘Querry?’

  Beyond the use of blood to activate the teology, Sylvie didn’t know the full range of things that her friend from Phantasmagoria had programmed. Gazing at the blinking cursor Sylvie thought about audio and within a blink of a human eye, a little microphone symbol appeared as did a tiny horn, like on any typical puter. “U haven’t used this…you…um..” Sylvie sighed a stupid talking to herself. “I want to know if my house has anything spying on me.”

  Without warning, Kody’s voice rec resounded in Sylvie’s ears, “I coded these to ply with your blood and possibly your visions, that is experimental. Sihis is your first use, after having them for..” Their rec paused, “...five months, twelve days, six hours and ten minutes..You have adapted well. I tried to code it so they could answer you in pin terms.” Their voice faded out for a moment, and pulled up a small set rids. “Simply look around, the circuitry will blend with your enhanced vision and show you anomalies.”

  “There is enough red in my life, are there other colors?” Sylvie giggled and began looking at the living room. “A soft golden yelloulsed if something was detected will be wonderful.” The ring of green checks swirled around the edge once more, and the red grid lines ged to match what Sylvie asked for. “Cool.”

  With the aid of the eleic dete, Sylvie spun slowly in a circle and carefully sed the living room as well as the attached dining room. Devoid of any alerts, Sylvie felt fortable enough to walk through the doorway and bato her kit. Realizing that she’d left the side entrance open, she closed the door and locked it before analyzing the kit. Wherever she looked, the little yellow lines would mark locations and even gave her a little affirming ding for her keys on the isnd. “Alright, what do I call you?” Sylvie asked out loud and shook her head, still feeling silly.

  “Naming preference left to the operator.” Kody’s voice again echoed. With a half smile, Sylvie recalled with fondness her friend ‘Code’ that she’d spent time watg duriime at Phantasmagoria. Memories bleogether and she focused on the ohing the tousled haired vampire did the most, build and tinker with anything they could to make it work with vampire blood. “I think keeping the name Code will be the best thing, thank you.” Watg as the swirl around the e of the tacts went from green to blue, Sylvie waited until it stopped whatever process the little unit had done.

  “Preference chosen, causal name Code picked and saved for future queries withiabase. Resuming surveilnce s at operator's discretion.” Code’s voice chimed.

  “Um..resume, or keep going?” Sylvie offered and looked up at the light fixtures. Other than the o possibly dust and some of the walls, Sylvie didn’t see anything out of pce with her own vision or the sedary ohe tacts offered. “So the kit is clear?”

  “ive results for cameras, semiductors, micro-eleic audio devices, or ied circuits associated with the on term, spying.” Code carefully answered.