A vampire's princess

Six

Aly's POV

Demi came back from her usual killing game with Nick, but she was back like three hours earlier than usual.

I turned my back and saw her grabbing her car keys.

Then she looked at me.

'You. In the car. Now.'

I knew she was damn serious at the moment.

Even though I was confused as hell, I did what I was told.

The second I stepped into the car, Demi was already behind the wheel.

'Where are we going?'

She was too busy watching the road.

I realized it was already midnight, so I just leaned my head against the window and closed my eyes.

I felt Demi's jacket on me.

'Don't worry about this. I just have to take care of something right now.'

I opened my eyes to see her staring at the traffic again.

'Of what?' I mumbled, half asleep.

'Don't worry. I'll tell you soon. Just go to sleep now, okay? I'll wake you when we're there.'

I nodded and within a matter of seconds I was fast asleep.

I heard the car driving on the gravel.

'We're here, princess.'

I looked at Demi but she was already standing next to me, opening my door.

'Thanks.' I smiled.

Quietly I walked close behind Demi.

We were standing in front of a massive house.

It was really big and it looked like a castle or something like that.

A little girl opened the door.

I guess she was around five.

'Auntie Demi!!!' The girl squealed enthusiastically.

She opened her arms, ran to Demi and wrapped her arms around her.

She looked so beautiful, so perfect. It was almost inhuman.

'Hey pretty girl, where's mommy?'

The girl finally let her go and pointed inside.

'Mommy's in the kitchen.' She said as she bit her fingernails.

Then she looked at me.

'Hi.' She said.

I smiled at her. 'Hello.' I tried to say as normal as possible.

She giggled. 'You're a nice lady. You can come in.'

She opened the door for us and I walked close behind Demi.

When we arrived in the kitchen I saw two other girls, I guess one four years old, the other three. A teenager walked down the stairs.

Her brown hair was long and wavy.

Her teeth were whiter than the white painted walls.

Her figure was perfect, not too curvy, not too thin.

She looked like a sixteen years old model, like she could be on the cover of Voque magazine.

'You.' Demi said sternly. 'I have to talk to you.'