*email from DanneR*

Hello Partiers,

I received an email from DanneR today:

Uncle PJ,

Thanks for your concern, and for all your help with my blog. I’ve moved again. I’m now 1000 miles away from my old life, both from the house I called home, and from the girl I called DanneR.
My parents finally told me the truth, but only because I saw something that unraveled all the lies. Reading my blog shows me where I got my lying techniques. UNR34? What a whopper that was. The thing about my parents’ lies is that each one contains 90% truth.
I – and they – really are addicted to something, it just isn’t a hallucinogenic drug. I can’t believe I didn’t figure it out myself.
Of course there aren’t many windows in our houses.
Of course they don’t go out in the sun much.
Of course Dad had a night job.
Of course Mom loves rainy days.
Of course we’ve never been to a real doctor or hospital.
Of course I’ve never come near a church of any kind.
Of course we’ve moved so many times.
We’re addicted to something a lot more common than UNR34, but a whole lot worse. It was in my visions, and now I know it was in the Last Resort.
It’s blood. Living, human blood.
My parents are infected with a vampire curse, but Z keeps their symptoms in check. They don’t hurt people. They’re not evil. Unless you count all the lying. But then that would make me evil too. Maybe I am.
What devastates me the most about all this is that Mom and Dad were infected before I was conceived. They knew I’d be cursed from the start, but they let me be born anyway. My ‘infection’ isn’t nearly as bad as theirs, but they still damned me before I took my first breath. Why would they do such a thing?
Maybe they really are evil.

Anyway, I’m guessing that if you know my parents, then you knew the truth about us. I know you never lied to me, and I also know that you never told me the truth. But I’m not mad at you. I suspect my parents would’ve ‘punished’ you if you told me anything before they did.
I won’t be continuing the blog. DanneR is long gone, and her words were written from behind so many veils of lies that it’s pointless to continue. Maybe someday I’ll start another blog. But it won’t be soon.

I do have a favor to ask, though. Please tell my friends Deni, Mel and Corbett that I’m all right, that my parents are in trouble with the law and that I’ll try to visit them someday. I miss the crew, but they can’t ever know where I am or why I left. It would mean a lot to me if you did this.
Now I’ve got to go. I can’t promise that I’ll stay in touch. I’ve got a lot to think about these days.

Renna

(one more post to follow)