Chapter Thirteen

Lucas, the vampire that killed my father, was standing there grinning with his hands in his pockets. He looked at Nicole casually, waiting for her to do something. I was still invisible.

"Hmm which Sinclair sister are you?" he teased Nicole lightly. "Couldn't be Cheryl, she would have attacked me by now, definitely not Olivia, that girl has way too much pent up anger. So that means you're one of the younger ones. Nicole, correct?"

Nicole, at first startled by his appearance, regained her composure. She gripped the handle of her knife and stared at him with hawk eyes, taking in his every movement.

"Why are you here?" she asked him.

He grinned. "Don't tell me you're not happy to see me. I was so looking forward to it. Besides I think your mother will be pleased that I'm back, I heard she spent a rather long time looking for me."

Anger was boiling inside me. I wanted to kill him. He murdered my father and now here he was back, ready to taunt and threaten like the bastard he was. I just w