Hiding In Plain Sight
“Oh, please,” Heather snorted, turning back to her computer. “It’s an RPG . Are you going to tell me a Toreador created it?” She laughed.
“No,” Tony said, an odd smirk on his face. “They just provided the artwork.”
Heather stopped and turned back to him. “You’re serious. You really think they exist?”
“Oh, we do. It’s why we made this game. Where better to hide than in plain sight?” He laughed.
Heather stood slowly, started edging away from him. “Tony, the clans, the Masquerade, it’s all just a game. Vampires aren’t real. Or are you?”
Tony sighed. “You mean you’ve really never noticed? Heather, in the years we’ve been friends, how many times have we had lunch, gone to the beach. Hell, done anything between dusk and dawn?”
She stopped. He was right. She had never seen him out at midday. In ten years, never. A smile started to creep across her face. “So, if it’s all real, which clan are you?”
“Does it matter?”
“Of course it matters!” She chuckled. “You think I want to spent an eternity as a Malkavian?!”