Her father wasn’t “emotionally stable” enough to continue working after his third wife, the mother of Vivian’s twin sisters, died. Unfortunately, his disability check didn’t take care of the bills, so as the oldest, Vivian had to work and help him take care of her siblings. Vivian’s house was two stories and made of brick, but it still managed to look like it was coming down any day. In her driveway there was an old, blotched pink Thunderbird that was once rose red. “Why are we hiding here?” Edward asked me. He was very good at whispering so his voice didn’t carry. We were hiding in the bushes next to her house. I wasn’t worried about getting caught, because anyone who saw us would just assume us to be perverts. “I don’t want to come in contact with her or draw them closer to her, but I need to see that she’s safe.” “There is no scent of blood,” Edward assured me. Stupid vampire alien; all knowing alien with your books and magic. “Just hold your horses.”
