Intimate

Chapter 2

Adrianna

A loud buzzing sounded in my ears waking me from my sleep. I groaned. This was my day off, why was I being woken up?

I sat up in bed and reached around for my phone. The name "Dani" was displayed on my phone. I swiped to answer the call. I loved my sister, but at 9 in the morning?

Is this some sick joke?

"Morning Ade! I didn't wake you did i?!" Dani questioned. Danielle was my older sister by 3 years. Her and I were very different, but we got on really well. We weren't those types of siblings that hated eachother or that constantly tormented eachother. Dani was loud and excitable and very much an in-your-face type of character. Whereas, I was much quieter and prefer to keep to myself.

We also looked pretty different, too. We both had tanned skin and brown eyes. But our other features were so different. She was quite skinny and tall,whereas, I was more curvy and short. She had short black hair in a bob, whereas, I had long brunette hair. She had skinny facial features - a thin nose, sculpted cheek bones, kind of small lips. I on the other hand had more full, rounded features.

"You did, yes." I responded. Danielle laughed a little.

"Will you go shopping with me today?" I groaned in frustration.

"Seriously?" I asked, whining. "This is my day off from work!"

"I thought you liked it there?" Danielle questioned.

"Well yeah, I do but I like to relax on my days off Dani. Take a break from people." I stated. Dani didn't say anything, so I sighed and agreed. "Right. Yes. Fine." I suppose it was in my best interest to go shopping anyway. I needed an outfit for the party later on tonight.

"Yay! Okay I'll be over in an hour." Dani screeched down the phone.

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From the age 6 to 19, me, my sister Dani and brother Theo lived with our grandma in the French quarter. I never knew my mother - she passed away whilst giving birth to me. I did know my father, but had almost no memory of him as he passed away when i was 6. I grew up with my grandma and had a special bond with her, i loved her with a love stronger than i ever though possible. Our bond was unbreakable. She was my world.

She was the kind of grandparent who would just constantly stuff you with food. At around midnight every night, she'd come into our rooms and asked if we had eaten enough before we went to bed. If we said no, she's practically cook us a whole meal. The love a grandparent has for their grand-babies is like no other. I can't compare it to the love of a parent, but in all honestly I can safely say i don't feel like i missed out. She loved us extra amounts to make up for what we had lost. She was amazing, the sweetest soul I've ever known. She was special, perfect, all you could ask for in a grandma.

But she was taken from us, it left me completely broken. I never wanted to love again, I never wanted to put myself at risk of ever feeling the pain I did. It was unbearable and changed me completely. When someone you don't know life without is all of a sudden ripped from you, it breaks your heart in a way you'll never recover.

When i was 19, I'd just finished a late shift at The New Quarter so returned to my grandma's at the early hours of the morning. I walked in to find my grandma lay on the living room floor, in a pool of her own blood. Her neck had been torn in to. Ripped to pieces. 

A vampire.

I saw my grandma, my best friend, lay so lifeless and so limp. The cold, dark blood lay on the soft cream carpets like it were a thick layer of deep red snow. Her face was stuck in horror.