So is anyone watching Shane Dawson's series because THAT's the motherfuckin tea ohh my god.

So incredible.

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When you heard the loud brisk knock on your front door, your immediate instinct was to bury your head under your pillow.

You were so done with these vampires at this stage.

Your second instinct was to bolt up in fright when you heard your mother walk towards the door, remembering that she didn't work until the afternoon today.

You could hear a soft murmur coming from whoever was at your door and your mother's sharp questioning of who exactly they were.

You staggered into the entrance hall, still with a bed head,  bracing yourself for a lengthy explanation of why there was a vampire, or possibly two, at your front door.

She was standing at the door, her back to you, but you couldn't see anyone standing in the opening. 

Perhaps it was just the postman and not the boys.

"You ok?", you asked softly, walking towards her.

No answer.

You noticed that she was standing rather still. Scratch that, she wasn't moving a muscle. You began to feel a trickle of uneasiness course through your veins as you continued to approach her.

"Mom?", your voice was concerned as you tapped her shoulder gently, walking around to face her. 

She was completely still, eyes staring straight at the door, not a single flicker of movement. Her mouth was slightly open, as if she was mid-sentence. She was completely lifeless. You began to feel genuine fear, and shook her shoulders. Still nothing.

"Don't worry, she's not dead...yet".

Your blood ran cold at the delicate feminine voice that came from behind you, and you slowly turned to face your small living room, trembling slightly in fear.

Her hair was shorter now, cutting off just past her jaw, and she had a fringe, but there was no mistaking her. 

It was strange to see her in normal clothes. She was wearing a black t-shirt and a denim skirt, a far cry from the elegant dress in your dream, but still managed to look effortlessly beautiful. She was perched elegantly on your armchair, legs crossed at the ankles.

Her eyes were the same, dark and piercing, and her rosy lips were curved into a cunning smile.

"Why don't you have a seat y/n, and we can talk", her tone was polite and inviting, but her sharp gaze made it very clear to you that it was an order.

You couldn't breathe, your throat was constricted with fear. How the hell was she here? Your hands were shaking violently as you slowly sat down across from her.

"Let's get straight to the point shall we?", she said smoothly. "You did not listen to me when I told you to leave my boys alone, and I am not happy about that". 

She leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand, the nail of her index finger tapping against her lip.

"You are a dilemma to me y/n, you are stopping me from getting what I want", she continued calmly. "I was going to simply eliminate you, but you have become far too involved with them now, so it is no longer as simple as that", she narrowed her eyes.

"However, now you may actually be of use to me".

You swallowed nervously, never daring to look away.

"Your blood is quite unique isn't it", she scanned you slowly. "I can sense it, you're most certainly not ordinary. Not at all, you have the potential to carry quite a lot of power". 

Your eyes widened slightly in disbelief. You didn't know what she meant. You weren't ordinary?

"I'm going to let you in on a little secret", she whispered. "I am here sitting in front of you, but I am still weak, and cannot retain this form for too long. My power is limited, I have yet to return fully". She straightened up.

"Your blood is powerful, which means your life-force is too", she purred. "Yes, you would most certainly complete the process". She smiled manically for a brief moment, eyes glazing over, before returning her gaze to you.

"You see your mother out there?", she questioned, pointing a dainty finger towards the door. 

"She is fine, with one snap of my fingers, she will go back to bed and forget that I was ever here, unless you tell one of the boys about me. Then she will instantly drop dead to the floor, do I make myself clear?".

You nodded mutely.

"Actually", she mused. "I might just stop you from saying anything full stop, in case Taetae decides to mess with your head".

She turned her finger towards you, and you felt a stab of pain where she had shoved the blade in before.

"You won't be able to speak about me now", she informed you, standing up in one fluid graceful movement. You couldn't move, you were frozen with terror.

"Please keep this is mind", her tone was deadly. "They are mine, we will be together once more soon enough. You are nothing to them in comparison to what I was, and I will not let you take them from me".

She walked past you swiftly, her shoes thudding against the floor softly.

"Until we meet again", her voice echoed behind you as you heard the door shut with a bang.

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this is how I imagined her to look like

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