At least this time I had a ride; Gunnar and Isak chauffeured me without question after I explained I had to visit some old friends for the holiday. They parked across the street from my parents’ split level home to keep an eye on the place, even after I assured them I’d be perfectly safe inside. I wore my cream colored dress with the embroidered flowers along the neckline, doing my best not to think of the last time I’d worn it in England. Despite Mom’s easy acceptance of the new dinnertime, I still felt awful when I rolled up to the door well after dark. The moment I opened the door, the heavy odor of cooking food hit me like a wall. Normally the flavorful scent of the turkey and all the trimmings would have me drooling, but now it was akin to the greasy smell you get from a deep fryer, cloying and vaguely nauseating. Sometimes it sucks being a vampire. Unfortunately, the door was as far as I got, as the unseen barrier reminded me I hadn’t been invited in since turning into a vampire. “Mom?”
What do You think about Miss Me When The Sun Goes Down?
