Ficlets

Kamaria turned slowly and looked at Aedin. “You have to be kidding me,” she said. “First, I find out my father is a vampire, and now I have a twin brother? Is he also a Halfing?”
Romulus came forward, seemingly offended. “Excuse me, dear sister, but that is absurd,” he said in a very deep voice. “I am not a vampire! I am none other than a werewolf.”
Aedin rolled his eyes. “No need to brag about it, Romulus.”
“Oh, don’t be jealous,” Romulus said. He was about 6-foot-3. He had the same reddish-brown hair as Kamaria, except his was a bit more shaggy, and it fell into his brown eyes. He was very filled-out for being just fifteen, and considering he had been locked up in a dungeon for a while.
“So. How did you end up here, and I ended up with all the humans?” Kamaria asked Romulus.
Aedin, however, looked extremely uncomfortable. “Erm, I think this is a family matter. Come find me when you’re done, Kamaria, but whatever you do, don’t let it out,” he said, gesturing to Romulus as he left.