There was a knock on the front door. Since we live so far away, I wondered who would be here. I looked to see if Nicholas was expecting anyone, because I obviously wasn't. He quickly told me to go to the basement and hide. I knew something was wrong. He had a look of worry in his eyes. I had never seen that before. That's when I started to worry myself. He flipped a switch and grabbed my hand. We flew down the stairs. He pulled me into a room and locked the door.
He reached into his picket and pulled out a square device. It opened and showed the front steps. A man was standing there with a letter in his hand. He was wearing black pants, black boots with a gold buckle, and a burgendy tail coat. I couldn't see his face. It looked like Nicholas knew who this was. I started to ask, but he interrupted.
"It's my brother," he said, "I don't know why he's here, and I don't want to find out." He looked at me with with sincere eyes, "I don't want him to hurt you."
"Why would he hurt me?"
"Let's just say that even though we're family, we act completely different. He's younger than me, more volitle than I am. He has yet to learn that humans aren't to be attacked. You stil have the scent of a human, and he might mistake you for one. I'm sure that I could hold him off, but I don't want to take any changed."
I nodded and slid down to the floor by his legs. He smiled and slid down next to me. He put his hand behind my head and gently kissed my lips. ♥
"I promise that I will keep you safe," he whispered, "No matter what, I will be here for you."
"I know," I replied quietly, "I trust you completely."
Roughly 20 minutes later, Nick's brother left the house. He set the envelope on the porch before walking away. Just to be safe, we stayed hidden for another 5 minutes and then got up and went back upstairs.
He told me to stay hidden while he made his way to the front door. I was too worried and scared not to. taking deep breaths, Nicholas casually opened the door, revealing the letter. He carefully picked it up, came into the house. He walked over to where I was hiding, and helped me up. We went into the piano room to read it.
The envelope had a wax seal in the shape of a bat. It looked almost like a crest. It was addressed to "Nicholas Youngblood and 'His Guest'"
"I don't know how he, or whoever sent this, knew that you were here."
"Can we open it?" I asked hesitantly.
"We may. I hope all is well. I believe this is fron an old group of vampires. I recognize the symbol," He slowly lifted the wax, opening it. He took out the parchment paper that was inside. On it was a hand-written letter. It read:
