me that his boss, Evangeline, was going to be hosting a company mixer and all the employees were suppose d to bring dates.
Though he never let on, i t was obvious that this was his way of introducing me to his clan and I couldn't have been more excited. If he wanted me to meet them , then that meant at some point he was probably planning to have them vote as to whether I could become one of them, just like Terrance had explained.
"Absolutely, I would love to meet everyone you work with." I accepted the invitation and then k issed him goodnight as it w as really late . I headed home , realizing that it was just after two in the morning . I hoped that I wouldn't wake up Mom and Dad, but Mom had a tendency to wait up for me, even though I was a grown woman. I didn't mind though, and if she was up, I w ould get to tell her about C hristian i nvit ing me to his "company mixer " next weekend.
The moment that I turned the corner at the end of my street, my vision was filled with blaring red and blue lights. It only took a couple seconds for me to realize that the ambulance and cop cars were centered around my house.
Oh no!
I had no idea what was happening, but , I hope my dad didn't have a heart-attack , was the first thought that crossed my mind. He always worked so hard, and lately he 'd ha d t o attend a lot more late and out of town meetings.
I parked the car down the street and ran towards the house as fast as I could. I tried talking to the first policeman I saw. "What's happened?"
"Miss, you need to get back in your car and head on home," the cop politely stated.
"This is my home!" I screamed as I pushed my way past him and started across the yard.
"Rose!" My dad's voice rang out , and in the same instant my heart dropped. If he was running towards me , then something had happened to Mom.
From the tear streaks that coated his face, I knew it was bad. I stopped in my tracks halfway across the lawn and froze. By the time he reached me, everything had gone silent. It wa s like my ears were suddenly filled w ith cotton , and the whole world had s tar ted to operate i n slow-motion.
The moment Dad reached me, he wrapped me in his arms and we fell to the ground. "Rose. She's gone. Your Mom's gone , " he sobbed.
It wasn't the cold dew on the grass that caused my goose bumps, but the utter terror of what he'd just said to me. There had to be a mistake . I had just talked to Mom early tonight when I told her that I was going to be later than usual. T here was no way that she could be dead.
"Sir, if you and your daughter would come with us, we have a few questions for you," the same officer said.
We were led into the house , and then instructed to take a seat in the living room. I was so lost in my head that I didn't even hear the police as they started asking my dad questions about what had happened. But o nce I was able to regain a small amount of focus, it became clear that someone had broken in and killed my mom when she 'd co me out of her room and s potted t hem. Dad said that he hadn't heard anything, but that when he woke up and found the bed empty, he 'd got up to check on Mom and found her in the hallway, just outside their bedroom.
Dad continued to explain that it looked like she had just passed out, as there wasn't any blood, but when he tried to wak e her, he realized that she wasn't breathing and called 9-1-1.
Apparently w hen the ambulance arrived and began examining the body, they had found two small puncture wounds on her neck , and requested my dad's per mission to do an autopsy to pinp oint the cause of death.
A fter hearing this , t he first thought that crossed my mind was, Terrance.
That son of a bitch no good vampire followed my mom home and killed her after feeding one last time. Oh god, what if he turned her?
I immediately realized that my train of thought didn't make any sense, because if Terrance had turned my mom, her body wouldn't be here. He would have taken her with him so they could
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