Because our grandmother's wrath had not yet materialized. Pamela and I had grown careless. We were not always modest in the bedroom. It was just too difficult to live, day in, day out and always keep the intimate places of our bodies secret from each other. Even though we where the same sex. We both knew what each other had. So why couldn't we be naked in front of each other? That is a question you had to ask or grandmother.

If we were to be perfectly honest. None of us cared very much who saw what anymore.

We should have cared.

We should have been careful.

We should have kept the memory of Momma's bloody welted back sharply before us, and never, never have forgotten how the grandmother bit into her neck and feed off of her blood. Our grandmother was a vampire...a scary one at that.

A key turned in the door lock. Swiftly I tried to put the dress over my head and pull it down before she came in. But she had seen me naked. It was those glittering. Grey stone eyes cold as ever.

"So!" The grandmother spat. "I have caught you at last...SINNERS! You think you look pretty? You think those new young curves are attractive? You like that long golden hair that you brush and curl?"

She smiled then showing her fangs.

The most frightening smile I ever saw...