"I wonder what my vampire name'll be," wondered Chloe. "'Chloe von Karnstein the vampire' just sounds off. How about Amobrosia, or Ursula? Isolde? Maybe Magdalena? Hey, is Annika a good vampire name? How'd you get yours, Natal... err, Tatiana?"
Tatiana laughed. "'Tats' for short, remember? Momtriarch and I actually came up with the name together. Between the two of you, I bet you'll come up with something great."
Chloe giggled. "Momtriarch?"
Tatiana blushed blue. "Yeah, that's what I call Matriarch Carmilla. And I call Consort Mircalla 'Momsort.' Stupid, huh?"
Chloe smiled at her sister. "I think its cute. I can't wait to meet them!"
A bell rang as the door swung open again. In stepped a tall, well-muscled girl with a cocky grin, shoulder-length red hair, green eyes, and fair skin covered in freckles. Selena immediately recognized the newcomer as her sister Diana Lyall.
"Oh hi, dweeb!" Diana waved at Selena. "Didn't expect to see you here."
"Don't call me a dweeb, Di," sighed Selena. "I don't find it half as funny as you think I do."
Diana threw up her hands in surrender, her biceps rippling as her arms moved. "Okay, sorry! Jeez! Forget I said anything. So, what brings you here, runt... uh, Lena?"
Selena rolled her eyes and flipped her own red locks. "Why do you think? I'm here to find a way to finally shift, to be a REAL werewolf. Maybe then you'll quit calling me pathetic!"
"Hey," Diana protested, "Luna calls you pathetic; I just call you our pet human. I'm sorta here for a similar reason, actually."
Selena cocked her head. "Come again? You shifted for the first time in your thirteenth birthday, and you've been a total pro ever since. I'd go so far as to brand you a show-off. 'Hey, Lena! Don't you wish you could do cool shit like THIS?! Look what as sexy wolfgirl I make! Maybe you'll figure out how to do that... when you're forty. Hey, is it just me or is your girlfriend checking out my hot...'"
Diana held up an arm to halt the mocking tirade. "I get it, I sound fucking awful from the outside; filing that away for future reference. Anyway, you're right; This isn't about my shifting. I'm at the top of my game." Diana grinned proudly. "It's for my girlfriend, Sylvie. Syl's been having this weird trouble lately. She can only shift easily into her werewolf form under a full moon. On any other occasion, she has to fucking strain herself to fur up. And it's getting harder every day. I just don't get it."
Morgana, who had been quietly listening the whole time, nodded. "A most interesting case."
Diana looked at Morgana. "You're Morgana, right? I heard from the dryads who live in the woods near our homestead say you can solve nearly any magical problem. Do you know what the fuck's wrong with Sylvie?!"