I had been in their house before, plenty of times, but not since things had fallen apart for her parents. I noticed a few things missing, presumably t...ken by her father when he moved out. It felt different. "I hope you're hungry, Ronnie," Mrs. Coleman smiled. There were two big boxes of pizza on the counter. "I may have ordered too much, but it's a celebration! Did Amy tell you? I sold a house today!" "Yes Ma'am, she told me," I smiled back. "Congratulations." Emmaline Coleman was a real estate. Surely in that time someone would spot the boat and see our distress or I could get the motor and radio going and call for assistance.Something had proven wrong with the motor and I had never been able to get it started. With no power the radio was useless also. It was on the third day of being without water that I saw something in the distance that gave me hope. It was a cloud that did not seem to move. Bob had told me early on that this usually denoted a land mass as the land didn't heat up. It was a Kindred reflex, after all, to expend vitae to protect the insides, but it wasn’t enough to stop her claws from forcing their way through a couple inches of his pale skin and into the hidden, withered insides of a vampire.It had only taken a couple minutes, but she went from his hands on her hips, to her cutting open his chest. What surprised her even more was her sudden outburst about being a shark mouth. Her anger only increased; she was supposed to be passed that Nosferatu. Still, it could work, she told herself.So, today, as Elizabeth watched Emma putting the hoover away, she turned a dining chair in to the room and sat down, holding the large wooden-backed paddle hairbrush in her hand. She also wore shorts but smiled to herself as she kept hers on but knew that Emma loved to lie across her bare thighs.Emma turned and saw Elizabeth and smiled, albeit tensely, as she walked over and stood to her side looking down at her lap. She pushed her shorts downwards.