Sunlight doesn't do anything but give us a bad sunburn. Our skin won't explode in flames as it does in the films, and we won't turn into fractions of crispy chicken.
However, we do like to nap during the day because we are most dominant at twilight. That's a crucial point to memorize.
During the day we are passive, unstable, and less cautious. Particularly in daylight.
By morning, you'll discover most vampires folded into whatever they call a layer, which as you could explain from the previous night doesn't certainly signify a coffin.
Oh, some of the odd ones will simply sleep in coffins, but most of us sleep in whatever's most relaxed.
Some vamps will have coffins staged in their cave so some Van Helsing copycat reaches there first while the vampire sneaks up on them.
Did that steal a time or two myself. So if you feel barfing the blinds and letting the sun stream in will do the trick, forget it.
"Crosses. Unless they're rigged up like yours, crosses don't do much more than make us laugh before we devour you. You seem to realize that one yourself, so we'll go on. Wood as you are also aware, might give us chips and piss us off, but won't stop us from tearing your throat out. Sacred water…well, let's just say I've had extra harm done to me by somebody flinging mud in my face. The whole religious stuff is bunk when it gets to harming our sort, got it? Your only benefit is that when a vampire discovers that unique stake of yours, they won't be put off."
"Aren't you scared I'll use this knowledge against you?" I hesitated.
"I mean, why should you count on me?"
In all sincerity, he leaned forward. I leaned back, not wishing to be any closer to him.
"Look, pet", You and I are going to have to trust one another to achieve our goals.
And I'll make this extremely simple: If you so much as peek cross-eyed at me and I even wonder if you're thinking about betraying me, I'll kill you.
Now, that might not frighten you, being the great brave girl you are, but know this: I followed you home the other night. Got anyone you care about in that barn of a home?
Because if you do, then I advise you to make nice with me and do as you're instructed. If you strike me, you'll survive sufficiently to see that building burned to the soil with everyone still inside.
"So if you anywise make a go for me, you'd better be sure you finish me, understand?"
Gasping, I shook. I understood. Oh God did I ever.
"Besides", his voice illuminated like a spring day.
"I can offer you what you want."
Doubtful.
"What could you probably learn about what I want?"
"You want what every rejected child wishes. You want to locate your dad. But you don't need a joyful reunion, no, not you. You want to murder him."
I stared at him. He'd spoken aloud what I hadn't permitted my subconscious to speak and he was exact. It was the other motive I ambushed vampires, to kill the one who begot me.
More than anything, I needed to do that for my mom. If I could, I would think I had in some little means lamented for the conditions of my conception.
"You…"
I could hardly utter with all the ideas drifting through my intellect.
"You can assist me to find him? How?"
A shrug.
"For starters, I might know him. Know tremendous numerous undead kinds, I do. Face it—without me, you're seeking a needle in a fangstack. Even if I don't personally know him, I already learn more about him than you do."
"What? How? What?"
He lifted a hand to resist my babbling.
"Like his age, for instance. You're twenty-one, right?"
"Twenty-two," I muttered, still whirling.
"Last month."
"Indeed? Then you have the incorrect age as well as the wrong address on that phoney authorization of yours."
He must have gone through my bag. Well, it made sense; he'd also undressed me when I was oblivious.
"How do you know it's a fake?"
"Didn't we simply enclose this? I know your real location, and it's not the one on that license."
Oh crap. That won against the reason why I'd gotten the forgery ID to start with, in case I ever missed against a vampire and he burglarize through my gadgets.
I hadn't liked one to be skillful to hunt my home. That had been the idea, anyway. Silly me never anticipated a vampire to pursue me home.
"Come to think of it, pet, you are a prevaricator, owner of false identification, and a murderer."
"Your point?" I clenched.
"Not to define a flirt," he proceeded as if I hadn't spoken.
"Foul-mouthed, as well. Yeah, you and I will get along famously."
"Bollocks," I mumbled briefly.
He smirked back at me.
"Imitation is the politest aspect of cajolery. But back to the topic. You said your mom carried you for, what, four months? Five?"
"Five. Why?"
I was more than a little inquisitive as to his perception. What did that have to do with how old, or how undead, my father was?
He leaned forth.
"See, it's like this. When you're transformed, it takes a few days for some of the human functions to disappear entirely. Oh, the heartbeat ends right on and the breathing as well, but some of the other aspects take longer. Crack ducts, however, function naturally for the first day or so before you sob just pink due to the blood-to-water proportion in our bodies. You might even piss once or twice to fetch it out of your system. But the fundamental point is that he still had swimmers in his sacks."
"Excuse me?"
"You comprehend, Luv. Sperm, if you want to be all specialized about it. He still had living sperm in his fluid. Now, that's something which would only be possible if he had been recently transformed. Within a week at most. Right off, then, you can identify virtually precisely how old he is, in vampire years. Add that to any new demises around that period and place fitting his inscription, and bingo! There's your dad."