I stood staring down the dark street, my eyes scanning over it. Searching for her. Then I catch a glimpse of auburn hair and race towards it. Before she even can blink I’m standing next to her.
“You’re late” I whisper sharply, knowing only too well she could hear me even if I muttered it.
“I know Amelia, calm down, I ran into some people from town and they insisted on walking with me. I couldn’t have just sped away from them like I can when I’m with you.”
“Shh… alright just hurry up Rebecca.” I anwsered her as I glided back to the house.
“Ha. Hurry for a vampire, Amelia you are out of your mind.” Rebecca replied as she followed me.

Rebecca is much to voiced about are ways, I thought to myself. She doesn’t have the same care as I do to keeping our secret. I may be eighteen years old, but I have been eighteen since 1908. Rebecca, however, is only 16 but has been sixteen since 1916.