"Why didn't your vampiric parent turn the other? It's generally what happens." Edmund pursued asking questions, he was genuinely curious by this new discovery and was actually learning to listen. When their eyes met again, he felt what could be described as 'his heart skipped a beat', but his heart never had a rhythm to it and so the experience was more like a strange hiccup. Nonetheless the sensation made his hair stand up and his face turn red. Yet he did not want to look away.<br/><br/>As Juliet ascended the stair case, Owen paused for a moment, watching her move with grace. With a sigh, he tore himself from his standing and marched towards his parent's study. His hand shook as he knocked and let himself in. Without waiting for any sort of greeting, he blurted: "I wish to Juliet of what we are, I've promised her in fact. I just wanted to warn you beforehand, I've already decided." Owen felt a sense of duty to do things the correct way, from the beginning he was told to keep his true self a secret, which he had done perfectly for many centuries, but with Juliet things were different. If he were to reveal himself, at least he could prepare his family.<br/>Dracula raised his focus from his book onto Owen, he waited for Margaret to have the first word on the matter. With a raised brow, he stared at his lovesick son.