All the interruption did was force me back down the stairs. I wasn't happy about it, but I knew I had little choice but to go and see who was at the door. It wasn't like we got many visitors. I recognised her the second I laid eyes on her. She was just how I remembered her, a complete knock out. Although as vampires we were meant to blend in, Vanessa never got that memo.
She was standing leaning up against the door frame talking to Mum and Dad. As they moved out of the way she sauntered in. She was wearing black leather trousers with a matching jacket and a low cut red tee. She was already tall for a woman, at least five foot eleven, but her four-inch heels made her tower over even my dad. Her raven black hair came down below her shoulders and hung loosely. By far her best feature was her
