The Little Vampire ~ Eternal》

<>Chapter 3<>

"I don't mind spending every day, Out on your corner in the pouring rain Look for girl with the broken smile ask her if she wants to stay awhile." She will be Loved-Maroon 5

<>Invitation<>

<>*<> Kathryn's pov.<>**<>

"Dottie called." Mom sayed when I entered the living room, "They've invited me to a party at Lord McAshton's. You can come if you want."

I immediately spoke. "I'll pass." Wasn't and would never go to any of they're boring, fancy parties. "What time does it start?"

"She said they're going to leave around six." she replied.

I nodded then went upstairs to my room to do homework.

When I made it inside, the first thing I did is took off my shoes and my jacket. Second, I changed out of my uniform into a pair of leggings, Adidas top and my hoodie. I then went over and took a seat at my desk took out my homework from my school bag and started on it.

My room is normal size. Not to big and not to small with a walk in closet and a bathroom.

A queen size bed with purple bed sheets with a nightstand right next to it and fairy lights hanging over my bed frame.

Across my room is my bookshelf filled with tons of books I've read and there's  an empty wall space filled with pictures I've taken of waterfalls, wildlife giving the room a kind of light and airy aesthetic feeling.

I have a huge love for photography, and creative writing to; it helps when it comes to being Bipolar.

That's the category I'm in and..yea that's me.

Finishing the last question on homework, I put it back into my backpack and went on my laptop and see if I could learn anything about vampires and dream related. Only to find no results. Nada.

I stood and went over and curled up at my bay window that leads out onto the balcony which is my favorite part of the house. My breath fogging the glass, my mind drifting off to the boy from my dreams. Wondering who he is and why he is haunting my mind and thoughts.

Why me?

Like he doesn't exist!  Vampires dont exist!  He can't be real! Its just a dream. A figment of my imagination...right?

Can this dream be more than just a dream?

Can vampires actually be real?

Shaking the thoughts out I took my phone and put on one of my favorite comforting soundtracks from the Originals then texted Ivy to see if she wanted to hang out. Seconds later she replied telling me she has flute practice.

Two hours later Mom called me downstairs to leave, turning off my music and left my room.

Coming down the stairs I spotted Mom in a black long sleeve elegant dress that goes down to her elbow and above her knee caps. Her mahogany hair is up in a tight bun and she wore just enough make up for her blue eyes to pop.

I did a low whistle.

"Wow Mom! You look fabulous!" I complimented.

She smiled. "Thanks sweetheart."

I straight away remembered Tony and that dream. "Hey is it ok if can go to the Thompsons with you?"

"Of course Tony might need some company."

I went back up to my room slipped on a pair of converse, grabbed my phone and grabbed my book and journal and went back downstairs. Mom grabbed her wallet purse that matched with her attire we left.