Black bloods were the first reanimated corpses to walk the Earth. Their origin unknown and their bodies had been composed of two things; blood and venom. Their blood had had a black color and an intense and acidic scent which was what had given them their name and characteristic acidic scent.
The rotten blood in their tissues needed to be stimulated with doses of venom from time to time in order for them to function properly. Before the poisonous vampires came to be black bloods survived by feeding off of each other.
Too little venom weakened them and too much venom could poison both their bodies and minds. Poisoned black bloods couldn't control themselves and would end up bringing death upon themselves due the insanity taking over them.
With time some of them began evolving and losing aspects that threatened their survival. Adapting.
These were called poisonous vampires for their bodies held nothing but venom.
While the first ones were stronger and had their senses and bloodlust more heightened than their sparkling counterparts their nature still made them also weaker.
They had black blood coursing through their veins, forever lingering in their tissues making them as strong and as fast as the most dangerous of newborns.
Their eyes turned silver when they fed on venom but would become completely black, even their sclera, when the venom in their bodies ran low. Black veins marred some of their skin as a sign of the rotten blood coursing through their bodies.
Unlike poisonous vampires these were unable to turn humans with their bites, the venom in their bodies being too weak to be able to cause any damage towards humans or even other vampires, like a human with iron deficiency.
Some referred to them as "the cannibals" due their habit to feed off of each other's blood and poisonous vampires' venom.
It was also rumored that due the blood in their veins females could procreate, though there was never actual proof of said claims.
These vampires also held several other abilities; flight, scaling walls, shapeshifting, compulsion, and a form of echolocation, separating them even more from their less talented counterparts who lost these abilities as nothing but venom began coursing through their veins.
Black bloods as humans claimed in their legends, wielded retractable fangs and claws that could pierce a vampire's skin without troubles, could transform into horrid humanoid creatures with bat-like features. Would sleep during the day and wander around during the night.
But while these abilities could put them over others their weaknesses gave them a great disadvantage that put them below their more evolved counterparts instead.
Their skin burnt under direct sunlight, their resistance to light was little to non-existent in general which was what made them nocturnal creatures.
Vervain could weaken them incredibly, same as holy water and silver could burn them. Religious chants, crosses and garlic could also harm and repel them. A stake to the heart would turn them to dust and they couldn't enter houses uninvited.
It was said that if a newborn drank their blood they could become infected and turn into a black blood.
With time poisonous vampires became the dominant species the black bloods began meeting their demise either at the hands of human hunters of the Volturi themselves.
The Volturi eradicated them for these were considered a threat to their secret and their existence in general; both due their need to feed on venom and because some of them bit humans and let them escape with the knowledge of vampires.
Black bloods were also known to grow stronger the older they got, it could come to a point were some were capable of walking beneath the sun for a prolonged amount of time without ill effects or even grow capable to shapeshift into other people.
One could tell their age by their heartbeat, newly turned ones had a heartbeat as loud as humans, it got less loud and fast the older they got, until only those who knew what to look for could hear it.
It was one of the few human characteristics they kept thanks to the blood in their system; slow pulse, hair growth, heartbeat, blood flow, even their lungs needed air from time to time.
But the Volturi had eradicated them, they were meant to be extinct.
So how did the Cullens came across one?
~
It's been over a week since humans began turning up dead, and it didn't took long for the Cullens to figure out one of their kind was the responsible for it.
Or more like it didn't took long for Carlisle to figure it out. The damage left behind was more aggressive than anything Carlisle had ever seen, throats torn open, flesh hanging loose, but the lack of blood left very clear that a vampire was to blame, it couldn't be anything else.
A vampire who Alice couldn't see.
That was a rather odd occurrence, and while Carlisle had hoped for this one to leave on their own it had been a week now and he couldn't allow it to continue.
If he didn't took action the wolves would.
And to be honest Carlisle would rather not have them killing someone if he could prevent it.
It hadn't even been that long since the near fight with the Volturi and the pack was still quite on edge, even more so towards nomads or any unfamiliar vampire.
So, he had taken Edward and Emmett with him to scout the town in search of the nomad.
Because at the end of the day it was just one nomad and no one would be daring enough to attempt to fight three vampires, much less when one of those vampires was Emmett, most nomads Carlisle had come across had never dared to attack once they caught sight of Emmett.
The sudden breeze that blew made him freeze.
Because the breeze brought with it a smell.
A smell that made Carlisle's hairs stand on end and a shiver run down his spine.
Rancid, bittersweet, acid.
He knew that scent, it might have been centuries since he last smelt it, but he knew it without a doubt.
Black blood.
It was intense, enough to make his nose itch and his stomach curl, even now he could feel that obliterating scream at the back of his head, screaming at him to run away, escape, danger danger danger.
But he didn't.
His time in Volterra had made him learn to ignore said reaction towards said smell.
A little part of him was fascinated over this though, black bloods were meant to be extinct, so why was there one here?
Was it the nomad?
At that exact same time a loud bang was heard from a nearby alley followed right behind by a cat's piercing yowl, the yowl was cut short, way too short, and soon the stench of blood wafted through the air.
-Gotcha!- Emmett's sudden shout got Carlisle moving, he got to the alley in time to see Emmett struggling with a very filthy, very lively nomad, fresh blood staining his hands, his growls and hisses filling the night, but soon enough Emmett had managed to subdue him, holding the nomad's arms behind his back as he pressed his knee down on the back of his legs to keep the other from freeing himself.
-Be careful.- Carlisle instructed on reflex as he approached them.
-I know.- Emmett answered, this nomad's scent was like nothing Emmett had ever smelt, it was putrid, rancid, acid, it made his nose itch horribly and his hairs stand on end.
Dude seriously needed a shower.
And what was his deal? Emmett didn't even need to use much strength to subdue him for the dude was weaker than a friggin' human.
-He's not normal.- Edward said as he emerged from the shadows with a distasteful look.- He ripped that cat open.- He muttered, throwing a look at the poor cat near the bin, guts spilled out from its stomach as a puddle of blood began surrounding its corpse.
-He's a black blood.- Carlisle informed as he came to kneel near the still writhing nomad.
-Aren't those suppose to be dead? Like, extinct extinct dead?- Emmett questioned in confusion.
-Werewolves still persist, so I guess it's fair to say so would black bloods.- Carlisle told, the nomad looked up at him with a hateful glare, growling with such ferocity it was hard to believe him to have a human throat.
But what froze Carlisle wasn't the guttural sound.
Not even the black veins branding his left eye, not even the black bleeding into his sclera from the corner of his eyes.
No.
What managed to make Carlisle freeze to the core was something he could have never in a thousand years thought possible.
Carlisle grabbed his jaw to keep him still, eliciting a warning growl from the nomad.
But he couldn't care less about it.
No.
Because it wasn't Carlisle's imagination.
His eyes were orange .
The nomad froze the moment their eyes met.
-Your eyes are orange.- Carlisle breathed out, shock and surprise flaring inside him, black bloods didn't feed off animals, during his time in Volterra he never heard of a black blood being capable of standing animal blood let alone drink it willingly.
Animal blood depleted their abilities by a lot which wasn't something they were willing to do willingly, and at times it even made them sick to feed off of animals for prolonged amount of times.
Aro had loved experimenting with animal blood and the black bloods' reactions towards it.
But none of them ever accepted the animal blood.
To see this nomad doing it without being forced to...
-Orange? I thought that wasn't possible?- Emmett frowned, hadn't Carlisle once said black bloods were averse towards animal blood?
-My name is Carlisle, what's your name?- Carlisle asked, voice gentle. The nomad frowned at him for a moment, as if he didn't knew what was Carlisle talking about.- Your name?- He repeated after a moment of silence.
A blank look was his answer.
-I don't think he remembers his name.- Emmett told as a statement of fact, this nomad was weirdly calm for someone who was being surrounded by three strange vampires, he wasn't even spewing insults or threats as some did when put in such vulnerable situation.
He wasn't even tense.
-Edward?- Carlisle asked turning to look at his son in hopes for answers.
-He… doesn't know…- Edward frowned as he fought to get a grasp of the nomad's jumbled thoughts, but all he could get were pieces of it. As if he was keeping him from reading his mind on purpose, but that was impossible for he didn't knew Edward could read minds…
Right?
-He doesn't know?
-I can't read his mind well, his thoughts are all over the place and he won't let me get hold of full sentences, but he seems interested in your eye color, and… he's hungry?
Well, Emmett did interrupt his meal over the cat, which now that Carlisle thought about it it would also explain the missing pets around town.
He had been feeding off animals and humans alike.
Had someone taught him about the animal diet? And what did that meant he didn't knew his name? Did he have no name or was he amnesiac?
-He's not amnesiac. He knows he's a vampire and he knows he's no regular one at that. He knows what he can and can't do and… his creator is a woman named María?- The nomad's head shot to attention at the name, but rather than excitement or expectation over the mention of his creator what overtook what could be seen of his face was sheer terror and panic.
Such raw terror like nothing Carlisle has ever seen, it was such it twisted inside his dead heart and made his hairs stand on end.
He shock his head and began struggling against Emmett as his breathing picked up.
-Hey, hey, dude, chill.
A whimper was Emmett's answer as the nomad twisted around with renewed strength and before Emmett could strengthen his hold the nomad was breaking free and pushing himself up.
The sickening crack of bones echoed across the place and before either of them knew it a striking white eagle burst from the clothes which fell to the ground on a pile.
Eagle fleeing off at the speed of light.
Sealing once and for all the fact that that nomad was a black blood.
-What the hell did just happen?- Emmett asked staring at the pile of clothes on the ground.
-He freaked out at her name…- Edward muttered glancing at Carlisle. He didn't even need to be a mind reader to know what was going through his father's head.
He wanted the friggin' nomad.
-You do realize he might as well disappear from town after tonight, right?- Edward felt the need to say, Carlisle would have to be mad to seriously consider the possibility of adding a black blood into the family.
Just because letting Alice join them all those decades ago turned out to be a wonderful choice it didn't meant all nomads were.
The guy ripped open a friggin' cat, who does that? Why make the animal suffer such horrible death?
And his mind… how did he know how to keep him out of his head?
Carlisle for his side didn't answer to Edward's words as he stared at the spot where the nomad had disappeared at.
Of course he knew he might not see him again.
But something told him that that wasn't quite true.
Edward said so himself.
Their eye color caught the nomad's attention.
If he had freaked out… why did he panic like that to begin with? All over the name of his creator? María… He only knew about one María, and she was a warlord from the South who could be a nightmare incarnated with her armies of newborns and her Major.
He shuddered at the last thought.
The Major wasn't someone he liked to think about.
She was also the creator of Peter and Charlotte for what he had heard once from Alice.
He sighed.
-Let's go home.
~
Major wasn't quite sure about a lot of things.
He didn't even knew his name, his age, where did he come from.
His mind was in general a complete mess with distorted memories he couldn't for the life of him make out.
But there was a constant that brought him comfort and peace.
The golden eyes.
He didn't knew who was their owner for he couldn't see her face.
But the sight never failed to make him feel all warm and like he wasn't as alone in the world as he felt.
So when he met those three vampires with golden eyes… their emotions hadn't been as nauseating as other vampires' usually were, the man with the blond hair had seemed quite fascinated if not a bit confused with him.
Major didn't knew the reason.
But he didn't care.
He had wanted to stay longer despite how much his instincts had been screaming at him to run, the sole idea of being put in such vulnerable position clawing at his skin.
But the man had had golden eyes, the giant holding him down too.
Just like the ones among the broken shards in his mind.
And while none of their gazes resembled the one in his mind he couldn't help but want to see them again. He had wanted to ask them about it, but then that other one he couldn't see had said her name and he had been unable to keep himself in check.
But he hadn't been able to help it.
The woman with the red eyes… she had been there, María, she was there when he woke up, she was there when they tore him open, she was there when they did those things to him, when the fire crawled beneath his skin and when the world spun and spun.
She was there with the pain and the fire and the red robes.
He didn't want to go back to them.
He wanted to go back with the golden one.
The shards about that one didn't slice his skin open nor made his chest tighten until it felt like he would explode.
No.
Those shards were like a beautiful light that kept the darkness from taking him.
A beautiful light so full of warmness it felt like being submerged in a sea of all that was wonderful about the world. It smelt like lavender and fresh air… A humming so gentle it vibrated across his skin like a pleasant whisper. Like laying down in the warm grass and bask in the brightness and beauty of spring.
Her skin like diamonds and her laughter like a melody from heaven.
And while attempting to put those shards back together or focusing on them at all made his brain want to explode he didn't care.
Because the silver bells from the echoes of her laughter made him want to give the world up if that meant figuring out who she was.
Who was the angel who's warmness seeped into his skin and made him feel so light?
What if those vampires knew the angel of his broken mind? They had the same golden eyes.
Thus.
He looked for them.
He searched all over town but he couldn't for the life of him find signs or trace of them.
It had been a week since he saw them and right when he was starting to grow frustrated he smelt it.
He had taken on the form of a cat.
Humans were prompt to ignore him if he looked like an animal and not some "weird creep" sneaking around, plus, it was easier to get to Port Angeles when he didn't need to put up with humans sending their piercing emotions at him, and as an animal the sun wouldn't harm him.
A dark haired woman was walking down the street with two bags of groceries.
He could smell the familiar salted sweetness from a vampire and he didn't even need to smell it to know she wasn't human.
The lack of heartbeat left it clear.
She also had the blond man's scent clinging to her skin.
And she had golden eyes too!
That's all the incentive he needed to make a run for it, making sure to avoid the cars as he crossed the busy road, cars wouldn't hurt him, he knew that much, but he didn't want anything to slow this chance, she was still walking towards a car, nothing else in the world mattered right now but getting to her.
He knew vampires couldn't be trusted.
But he had spent enough time wandering around to know that golden eyed vampires weren't normal, he had never seen anyone with golden eyes until now, the three in the alley, and this woman.
Which meant there was a high chance for them to know about his angel.
After so long of wandering around aimlessly he would finally-
His thoughts cut to an abrupt halt as he heard a deafening screech of a car and as he looked towards it he was met with the incoming sight of a car with a bright red flag on the front that made him freeze on the spot.
The weaving flag making his ears drop. Weaving red flag. Weaving red robe. Fire. Fire. Clinking chains. Screams. Echoes. Darkness. Red eyes.
Something grabbed him.
~
Esme had heard about the unusual nomad Carlisle and the others had come across.
Black blood.
He seemed to have some sort of amnesia for he hadn't been able to give his name.
Still.
It had been over a week since that and no humans had been reported dead.
No missing pets.
Because yes, apparently, he also had seemed to feed off animal blood, somehow.
But the point still stood.
All of them thought he had left.
Esme was proved wrong when she heard the screeching car.
She had turned to look on reflex just to see the most inhuman cat she had ever seen in her life standing in the middle of the road. Its fur such a bright white it almost seemed to sparkle beneath the sunlight.
The cat was frozen in place.
It all felt in slow motion.
Esme didn't even knew why she did it.
All she knew is that one moment she had been holding the groceries and next thing she knows she's snatching the cat right in the nick of time before the car hits.
She managed to balance herself back onto the sidewalk, holding the cat against her chest more so as to aid herself better into regaining balance than anything else.
A few surprised people stop to gawk and Esme is quick to walk off back to the spilled groceries on the side of her car.
Still holding the cat.
The cat who smells a lot of things but like a normal cat.
In fact.
She can swear she can feel it trembling in her hold, and those little claws that shouldn't do damage to a vampire's skin are digging painfully onto her shoulder.
She manages to pry it off her, and it's not until she does that that she realizes what she's actually holding.
It's not a cat.
Its bright white fur sparkled beneath the sunlight with such unnatural glow it looked almost as if someone had spilled glitter on it. Spiked tail between his legs and little very lethal claws out.
And the heartbeat…
It was beating too fast for it to be normal in an animal.
And those bright very thin-pupil orange eyes.
Black edging on the corners.
The black blood.
She had a good mind about setting him down the second she realized what she was holding.
But the sheer force of the terror in his gaze prevented her from it. He was shaking like a leaf, even his eyes looked watery.
Esme had no idea of the reason, but seeing such a face tugged at her heartstrings and before she knew it she was bringing the cat close to her. He curled in her hold and she found herself scratching his back.
Had the car seriously scared him that much? If she remembered correctly, by his heartbeat, he couldn't be even a decade old since being turned, and while Carlisle had said he hadn't been able to tell how old he might have been when turned due his face being covered Esme could tell alone by the size of the cat that he might fall on the teenager category.
Maybe around Edward or Emmett's ages.
It was enough to make her mother instincts kick in.
What had he been doing in the middle of the road? Why didn't he move away?
She stood there for a while, ignoring the odd looks sent her way, he stopped shaking at some point, his heartbeat slowing down and the spiked tail returning back to normal.
He didn't move at all nor made indication of wanting to be put down.
Esme wasn't sure what to do, so she just held him with an arm while she put the groceries in the backseat.
Once she was done she patted his back.
She pondered for a moment on how to proceed.
She needed to go back home, Charlie would be bringing Renesmee back soon.
Should she take him home? Carlisle didn't think him dangerous and so far he didn't seem dangerous.
He could have tore her throat right now and the humans would have seen it as a rabid cat attack.
But he didn't.
-I need to go home.- She announced, she felt him curl even more on her hold.
Alright then.
The situation was a strange one if she was being honest. She was holding a cat that wasn't really a cat but a boy the size of one of her own children, wasn't he a nomad? Usually nomads were extremely skittish and wary when dealing with random vampires, Esme felt like she was holding a very clingy house cat instead.
She had never met someone who would be so at ease with an unknown vampire.
Not that she meant him harm.
But still…
It was unnerving.
He didn't protest against being set to ride shotgun.
Not that he sat still for he spent the whole ride exploring the car with such a curious glimmer in his gaze she wondered if it was the first time he had ever been inside a car.
Could he talk? What did he want? Did he want to see Carlisle again? Esme hadn't missed how Carlisle had seemed quite disappointed that the nomad had left.
She knew her husband found him fascinating.
A black blood.
A vampire who was suppose to be extinct after the Volturi's genocide against them.
But this boy was probably not even a decade old, his heartbeat was easily perceived, even his scent made her nose itch, probably around seven or eight years if she remembered Carlisle's words right.
Which was a bit doubtful because he was right there.
As a cat.
Wasn't shapeshifting as something so small something a thing the older ones did? Younger ones didn't have as much control over their bodies due how low their resistance to having their bones snapping and rearranging was.
It took a lot of practice. Years of practice for them to get used to shapeshifting and for their bodies to adapt in general to such colossal changes.
But he seemed rather fine.
-I'm Esme.- She found herself speaking, he didn't answer, not that she was expecting him to.
She felt a pang of amusement as she watched him climb on the dashboard to sniff the rearview mirror, to an outsider it would seem like Esme was bringing home a stray cat after picking up the groceries.
Though stray… he had a collar.
Silver and quite uncomfortable-looking.
But he didn't seem to mind it and if he didn't like it she was sure he would have taken it off himself.
He turned to look at her with a quizzical look, and for a moment it felt as if he knew what she was thinking. Was he another mind reader? Was that how he kept Edward out of his thoughts? But he didn't react at all to her thoughts.
She noticed a distorted dark mark hidden beneath the fur, right on his left side, but she couldn't tell what was it.
He climbed back onto the shotgun's seat and laid down.
That's where he spent it the rest of the ride.
Upon arrival she killed the engine, the house was so quiet with Alice gone.
She had left a few days ago, to Isle Esme, she did that sometimes, she would disappear for weeks, even months.
It had taken over a decade and a concerned call from the couple who looked after their house at Isle Esme for Carlisle and her to learn the reason behind Alice's odd disapearances.
And even now whenever Esme thought about it she could feel her heart break.
She went there whenever she was about to have a breakdown.
And Esme would never not hate having her daughter locking herself somewhere all alone while she let the depression consume her.
Depression for her deceased mate.
Jasper.
He had been meant to arrive with Alice, meant to become part of the family, but he died.
Alice had no idea what had happened aside from the fact that he had gone hunting on his own.
But he never came back.
And her visions of him disappeared completely.
He hadn't left her as Rosalie had insinuated for he had wanted to meet them.
He had been from the South, had gone through a lot of pain and all he had wanted was some semblance of peace, a life without the pain and violence he had been subjected to for decades at the hands of his creator who had lied to him, making him believe that fighting for food and territory was how all vampires lived.
Peter and Charlotte had been friends with him, he had helped them escape from María, and in exchange, Peter had gone back for him years later.
He was the reason Peter and Charlotte were so overprotective of Alice, he was dead, so they felt like they needed to protect her in his place.
Peter had even threatened Carlisle once that he wouldn't hesitate to kill them all if he so much as found out someone had hurt Alice.
Alice rarely spoke about Jasper, but she would always call him her "southern gentleman", he had been as kind and soft natured as he had been an extremely overprotective fool, always following Alice around, always worrying over the smallest thing.
She had confessed to Esme once that he and Rosalie would have been best friends after the initial tension between the two, Rosalie would have even let him pose as her twin and use her last name. That that's how strong their bond would have been.
He and Emmett would have also been great troublemakers for their sense of humor would have been a great match. He would have grown to love wrestling around with Emmett.
And while Jasper and Edward wouldn't have liked each other at first they would have met even ground on their shared love for music, Edward would have taught him how to play the piano, and in exchange Jasper would have taught him how to play the guitar.
Those memories never failed to make Esme want to cry, cry for the loss of a son she never met, for what could have been.
To see Alice's grief…
Her daughter was cheerful and energetic most of the time, as opposed to how vampires would react to the loss of their soulmate.
But even then, at times it was easy to see the cracks in her mask, in the way she would stare at other couples with sad eyes, the flashes of jealousy whenever someone got married, the pain at being told by strangers that she would one day also find someone.
How there were particular days where she would bury herself in shopping left and right, even buying stuff she didn't need, she always gave everything away, just to buy even more stuff.
It had taken Esme and Carlisle a while to realize that half of the time she just went shopping as a coping mechanism of some sort.
She wasn't aggressive nor did she shut herself from the world as other vampires who had lost their mates did. She wasn't suicidal either nor did she hurt herself.
She just… went shopping.
Reason neither her or Carlisle ever tried to get her to stop or took her credit cars away, humans might not approve of enabling such behavior, of letting her spend money left and right instead of talking to her about what was bothering her.
But humans could never begin to understand that the loss of a mate for a vampire was the most agonizing thing to go through.
It tore something deep within you, leaving irreparable damage behind, a pain that would never cease, that sometimes could make you feel like you were the one dying, like every single passing second your sanity was slipping away because of that asphyxiating hollow feeling inside you.
It was like someone had sliced your chest open, leaving it to bleed, to never be fixed again.
That's how Carlisle had described it after she had asked him if Alice would be alright, because she had never heard of a vampire losing their mate and not going crazy over it.
Becoming a shell…
Marcus was suicidal and the Romanian duo was homicidal.
Alice didn't fit with neither.
She was doing great compared to a lot of people.
But that was it.
She let it all bottle up until she had no other option but to hide and have a breakdown that could last weeks or even months.
Sometimes she would lay in bed crying for days on end, and other times she would destroy everything on sight.
The housekeepers kept them updated.
Just in case she were to do something reckless.
Esme was pulled out of her thoughts as she felt something squishy on her knuckles, opening her eyes, which she hadn't even noticed she had closed, she was met with the sight of the cat sitting on the dashboard infront of her, front paws touching her knuckles, she hadn't even noticed how she had been gripping the steering wheel a bit too hard.
She felt an odd warmness in the air that made her chest feel lighter and let her breathe easier.
He was staring at her with a confused look.
-I'm alright.- She assured softly, giving him a light smile, she bit back the urge to stroke his cheek, he wasn't a cat, she shouldn't treat him like one, nor was he her child for her to treat him with such familiarity.
She climbed out of the car after a moment, watching him jump from the dashboard to the driver's seat before jumping out of the car.
He was the most adorable cat she had ever seen if she was being honest, though that might have to do with the fact that she did favor cats over most animals.
She never went after wild felines when hunting either for the single fact that she couldn't bear to harm such beautiful creatures.
She had owned a bobtail cat in the past at some point. It had been an apology gift from Edward after he had come back to them, she had loved that cat with her whole heart, sadly, Mrs. Pawline had passed away, as all mortal beings did, but she had lived a long happy life.
All until she succumbed to old age.
Still.
Once the nomad was out of the car she closed the driver's door before taking the groceries out from the backseat.
The keys slipped from her grasp as she finished locking the door, she shifted the bags in her hold before bending down to pick them, but before she could even grab them the little white cat was fleeing past her and snatching them from the ground, holding them in his mouth and stepping back when she tried to take them.
-You wanna carry them?
He gave her a serious and determined look, as if trying to assure her he would kill anyone who dared to touch her keys.
Such an amusing little thing.
-Alright then.- She called in amusement as she began walking towards the house. She could hear his little steps behind her along the jingling keys.
The sound coming to an abrupt halt as she stepped into the house.
It wasn't until she turned to look at him sitting infront of the door with an expectant look plastered on his face that she remembered that little detail.
-You can come in.
And with that he was quick to step inside.
