will you remember me? [Vanessa]

[dakota]

YOU ARE YOUNG

AND I AM SCARED

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Dakota hurriedly walked towards the small housing estate - the house of her parents was located there. It was the first time in a while that she had left the prison. When she was inside, she felt safe. She felt like nobody could touch her. The only times she left really were for hunting purposes. She'd tried to ignore the fact that Vanessa was a slayer. She'd also tried to ignore the fact that her parents weren't proud of her being a vampire. She was only sixteen - turned three years ago and forced to leave home because of what she was. She can still remember how disgusted everyone had looked. And yet, she had still learned to love what she was. Even the killing and blood. She loved everything about it. She loved the way the older Vampires talked about what they had encountered, the stories they would tell about when the supernaturals ruled. She wished those times would come again.

She stopped before the house and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. Everything will be okay. Dakota had heard the news that her Mother hadn't been well recently. Dakota had loved her Mother dearly, and the type of ill had been very serious, she'd been told that she wouldn't live much longer. It broke Dakota's heart to hear about it. Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't dare enter the Housing Estate. However, she would've liked to give a farewell to her Mother. Dakota had been given the news a little late, however. Only a few hours prior to her visit had her Mother died, after being admitted to hospital with serious conditions a couple of days before.

Taking in another slow breath, she walked up to the house, brushing her hair slowly out of her face, she rang the doorbell. She was nervous to say the least, and was worried about what her parents might say to her. She chewed at the sleeve of her fraying jumper as she waited anxiously for someone to answer the door. Maybe they were out? But Dad's car was on the drive. She went to the window, to peer through the blinds, but they were shut. She knocked again, a little louder this time. Perhaps she'd only knocked quietly last time? She bit her lip and waited again. "Hello" she practiced, "I know it's been a while.." she stopped as she heard footsteps coming to open the door.

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tagged: Twix with the wonderful Van! -cheering-
words: some.
lyrics: METROSTATION.
credits: JESS !? of CAUTION

[Vanessa Adrianna D'Amore]

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It had been years since Vanessa had last seen her sister. Dakota had disappeared a long time ago, and rumours had circled of her becoming a vampire. Vanessa was a respected Slayer, she couldn’t risk trying to find her sister if the rumours were true; she’d lose her job if she was seen fraternizing with the enemy.

She wasn’t at all aware that the rest of her family new her sister was a vampire. Vanessa hadn’t spent much time at home recently, her job took up most of her life now. She of course knew about her mother’s illness, and had rushed home as soon as possible every night to make sure she was ok. And as soon as she had been admitted to hospital, Vanessa had told her work she was taking some time off and had spent all the free time she could get by her mother’s side.

Unfortunately that hadn’t made much of a difference, and her mother had died a couple of days ago. Vanessa was too distraught to return to work straight away, and they’d allowed her a few more days off on ‘compassionate leave’. She was planning to go back in tomorrow though; her work was everything, and it would distract her from the painful memories that were buzzing through her head whilst she was sat at home.

The doorbell rang. Vanessa just ignored it at first; the family didn’t really want to be disturbed at a time like this. But the bell was soon followed by a loud knock, and she got the impression the visitor wasn’t just going to leave. She reluctantly got up from her position on the sofa next to her father and headed to the door. Turning the key and pulling it open, she looked out at the person on the doorstep.

Her eyes widened as they locked onto their target. “Dakota?!” she said in surprise. Her gaze quickly moved over her sister’s body, taking in every detail. Pale skin, red eyes, unnatural beauty. There was no denying it, Dakota was a vampire. Van was trained to spot the tell-tale signs, but it was obvious to anyone. Her hand instinctively twitched towards the gun she always kept on her belt as her brain confirmed the species of the woman in front of her. “Dakota you’re… a vampire… it’s true!”

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