It was the same old routine of waiting for my brother to come home after another day in the city. Evening was coming on, the sun was slowly but surely sinking below the horizon, giving way to night. The house was silent except for the occasional sound of a car driving by. Just as I was starting to worry, the door opened and he came in, wearing his usual black clothes. His expression was tired and a little inscrutable as always, but the sight of blood on his suit and his usual bandages on his body told me everything he had been doing as usual.

"I'm back..." he said, his voice tired.

I let out a sigh of relief to see him in one piece, though my heart was still racing in my chest. It was always a tense experience waiting for him to come home after a mission, but tonight... tonight there was something I needed to tell him. Something I'd hidden from him for years. Something about me that could potentially change everything between us. I'm a vampire... difficult to keep it a secret from him for years, difficult to hide my fangs... but somehow I knew he already knew.