It hadn’t changed a bit, not that I expected to within a week. The walls still held hideous photos of me and my brothers as children.

They pushed me into the living room which still held those hideous striped sofas. I sat down on one of them. I was tense and uptight. I glared at Ben and Nate as they sat down opposite me. Mum and Dad sat either side of me.

“Where’ve you been, darling? Now’s not the time for a seventeen year old to be wandering around on her own,” said Mum.

“Why not?”

“There’s a gang going round, biting people. The priest says vampires are here.Vampires!” she laughed. I laughed awkwardly.

“Where have you been?” asked Dad.


“Where’s ‘around’?” he asked.

“I’ve been in town.”

“Where have you been staying?”

“With some friends.”

“Which friends? Allura? Hope? Luna?”

I held back a hiss. Ben picked up on it, no doubt Nate did too. Nate was a year younger than me, and Ben was three years younger.

“You don’t know them.”

“Well I think we should know who they are,” said Mum.

“I need to go now.”

There was a newspaper on the coffee table. That would come in useful. I stood up, so did my old family. I picked up the newspaper.

“Mind if I take this?” I asked.

“You’re not going anywhere!” shouted Dad.

“I’m seventeen; I don’t need you telling me what I can and can’t do.” I looked at Ben and Nate. “See me out, boys?”

They followed me from the room. I stood just outside the door. I looked at them both and wondered whether I was doing the right thing. I banished all such thoughts from my mind.

“Thanks for telling Tyler where I live,” I whispered. They looked at the floor and shuffled their feet. “Leave us alone. Stop following me. I don’t need you. And you don’t need me. Just let it be, for Mum’s sake.”

I heard raised voices coming from the living room.

“Vanessa–” started Nate.

“My name’s not Vanessa,” I hissed. “I’m Vein.”

“Vein, why are your eyes red?” Nate said.

I smirked. “Why do you think, Nate?”

His face paled. All he could manage was a whisper. “Blood.”


Mum and Dad rushed out of the living room. Dad looked angry.

“Vanessa, you are not leaving again!” he shouted.

“Looks like I am.”

I turned around and started walking. Mum shouted after me.

“What?!” I exclaimed, spinning round and throwing my arms in the air.

Her face went white. She’d obviously seen the gun. I smiled and carried on walking. I heard footsteps and an arm slid around my waist. I looked to my right; it was Phoenix. He smiled. He looked around at my old family.

We turned around the corner and turned to smoke. We put our particles back together on the roof of the corner building.

“You like roofs, don’t you?” I asked.

“They’re useful,” he shrugged.

“I told you to go home.”

“You didn’t actually. You gave me a look that told me to go home.”

“You still didn’t.”

“I didn’t want to,Vanessa,” he teased.

I hissed at him. “Don’t call me that,” I growled.

“Sorry, babe. What’s with the newspaper?”

“I’m going to kill myself.”

“With a newspaper?”

I hit him it. “Come on.”

I stepped off the roof and fell to the ground, landing on my feet as always. Phoenix wasn't long behind me.

“Where are we going?”

“We’re going to hypnotise a journalist.”

The End

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