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Despite the common rumor that all vampires slept during the day, Mackenzie Dubinsky wasn't one of them. Sure, she slept a majority of the day but more often than not, she spent her time reading in the library. Alex had decorated it all herself, not that Mack really had any say in the matter, but the library was her space. When her insomnia over took her and the sun was still out she would spend hours buried away in the stacks. It was a bit of peace, a bit of escape, and Mackenzie loved it. She didn't have to worry about anything when she escaped into the pages of her books. Things could be good in those books, endings could be happy.

It was one of those days today, and Mack was engrossed in a thick fantasy novel. The house was quiet, the other occupants all up in their various bedrooms sleeping. She had slipped away from Alex several hours ago, who barely acknowledged her absence, and had been sitting in her favorite chair ever since. She wasn't expecting the loud crash that was her front door being kicked in, or for the angry voice that followed. Mack scowled, closing her book slowly and placing it on the table beside her chair. This was the last thing she wanted to deal with right now, but it was bound to happen eventually.

She decided it was best to just confront Tatum without messing with her, especially if she was going to keep yelling like that. She didn't want to get anyone else involved, especially Alex, this was between the two of them and she wanted to keep it that way. She walked into the entry hall, a scowl on her face and arms crossed, to face the angry redhead. Tatum had grown up, aged over the years, but Mack still had the repressed thought that she still looked just a beautiful as she had as a kid. She leaned against the door frame that lead back to the library, still half covered in the dim shadows of the house.

"Stop screaming your head off like a banshee," she said, her voice calm and steady. "You'll wake the kids."