[Closed] The Note

I inhaled sharply as the alarm from the phone rang throughout my bedroom. The lids of my eyes slowly flutter open as they are not fully aware of the bright rays that radiate the white paint. Just as I inched my body towards the nightstand to silence my phone, a spark of agony sprung on the entirety of my backside and I grunted in discomfort while gripping my back. It was then when I realized...

I was home. In my bed. Alive. When did I make it home? How did I even make it home? Last thing I remembered from last night was... Last night. And everything started to come back to me. Scotty, or Kyle now I guess, he was actually there. After a decade, and he was alive. But yet at the same time he wasn't, he was a vampire. It all made sense, with the way he pinned me against the wall as if it was nothing to how he could detect my heart rate. Some say twins have an unbreakable bond, and a part of me always believed he was still out there. So where has he been all this time?

After I muted the alarm and unlocked my phone, I was greeted with over a dozen text messages and voicemails from Jesse. How did none of these wake me up at all through the night? And then I remembered I totally didn't let him know I made it home safe. Safe? Debatable. But again I don't even remember stepping through my front door last night. I figured I'd save whatever excuse I come up with for when I see him at the shop later.

With my hands pressed on either side on my bed I slowly propped myself up, biting my lower lip to suppress a whimper, and planted my feet on the cool hardwood. The only things on my mind now were pain killers and a hot bath, both of which were ten feet away. But as I stood up something caught my eye, a marking on the inside of my left hand just below my thumb. This was where I felt my skin being sliced into. My eyes widened as I brushed my fingers over the skin and it felt like nothing was there, the color was close to my skin but a little lighter and faded. What the hell... I whispered.

I started walking towards the bathroom, my eyes still fixed on the marking, when I stepped on the backside of a sticky note. An eyebrow raised as I picked the note from the bottom of my foot and found it had been written on.

It was from Scott.

About last night, it will all make sense in time. All you need to know for now is no supernatural being will be able to know of your whereabouts. You're practically invisible to them. For your safety, just trust me.

I'll be around. I'm sure you have questions that need answers. I'll be happy to give you them. You deserve that much.