A night Visit (1)

A completely unexpected sight greeted Erik when he pulled open the door. Vanessa was visible there, standing in the dappled light from outside.

She stood with her back against the door frame, the moonlight shining on her face. Her golden hair fell over her shoulders and beautifully framed her face.

Erik was taken aback and stood there, dumbfounded, briefly. Then the dawning of comprehension occurred: Vanessa would not have shown up at his house at such an ungodly hour without having a compelling reason to do so.

His annoyance faded, and an increasing sense of dread gradually replaced it. His eyes met hers in a silent question, and then he moved aside to make room for her to enter, his weariness forgotten for the time being.

After all, it appeared the night would continue for a while longer. "Vanessa, what are you doing here at this hour? Is everything okay?"