This was becoming distinctly uncomfortable. I wonder if this is how people feel when I'm talking to them about the usual sort of thing. No, it had to be different. Talking about how people had died or how they might die, or should for that matter, could not possibly be as bad as knowing things about someone's past that you really should not. Like that Bianca had gone to church and thrown up, or that Delta had a sister named Sierra. This woman did not look near old enough to know about Sierra since she had died when Bianca was born. This is going to make my head hurt so bad. "Yeah okay, I knew that, it was just an idea since you too much about things you shouldn't." And looked far too much like them. "That's what people call me back home, go for it." If no one had ever called her that before then Bianca would have probably objected, but it was a nickname that had been given at school by her friends. Thankfully not by her adopted parents or else no one would have ever called her that again. Everything associated with them had been shed back in Traverse City and a nickname was a lot harder to put in a box than a bunch of crucifixes and Bibles.
Bianca wrinkled her nose slightly. "Churchy functions? No, I don't think that anyone in the world could make being dragged away from that unpleasant no matter who or what they were." That demon that she had run into a few weeks ago could have shown up and she would have gone along with it to get the hell away from those pastel clothes, crosses and Bible verses. Now the rest. The rest of what this woman said made Bianca lean back a little bit in her chair. Should she believe what had just been said? No, she looked way too young for that to even be in the realm of possibility and the last time that she had checked it was impossible for vampires to have kids and if sirens had kids then they were sirens like them... was that wrong? Like she cared, she hardly knew anything about what she was so why on earth would she go looking into what the details were on the other races? Hearing that another drink was coming, Bianca decided that it was very important that she finish what was left in front of her. Again, because it was hard to hear Delta talking like that. Delta was supposed to be older and therefore smarter than her so why was she even pretending to buy into this? "Don't be ridiculous," Bianca blurted once she had finished the drink. "She can't be your grandmother, much less my great-grandmother, look at her! She's not even a handful of years older than me. She's just a telepath whose spent way too much time around us for who knows what reason." Bianca leaned forward. "So read my mind and go do what I'm thinking." Which was play with a room filled with extremely hungry vampires.