Death Awaits At The Devils Door

Welcome to the City Of Angels

*Max's POV*
I feel excitement build up as our plane begins to land, even after 483 years I still get excited when the plane lands. I laugh at my foolishness as we slow to a stop, getting off the plane and getting our luggage before heading out. I still don't understand why we have to fly if we could just run, I mean New York to L.A isn't that far when your a vampire, and can run way faster than a plane flies, but none the less we still have to fly.
I look back to the road as I drive, not wanting us to crash, and drum my fingers along to Sam's angelic singing in the passenger seat, before joining her with a smile.
Not long after our jam out session to One Direction, which is still better than any band I've ever heard, we pull up to a large mansion, grinning at each other. We both jump out of the car, running full speed at the door each of us wanting to get inside first. I stop before I hit the door, but Sam isn't so lucky, as she hits the door with a thump and leaving a long crack going the full length of the door. I start laughing, doubled over and clutching my stomach before I notice Sam glaring at me which brings my laughs to a stop abruptly.
We continue inside, finding our rooms and unpacking quickly, ready to explore the city.
As we wander around, taking pictures and trying to find O2L and The Magcon boys houses, we decide to split up. "Okay when I find O2L and you find Magcon, we text each other and meet back here okay?" I ask, fidgeting nervously. Sure, I've slept with Justin Bieber, three of five of the One Direction guys and Ansel Elgort, but these guys are insanely hot, funny, young, fit- I'll stop there or we'll be here all day.
I look up only to realise Sam has already agreed and walked away. "Well then" I sigh and start my journey to find these clueless guys threatening our existence!
Sounds fun, right? Ugh I'm too lazy for this shit today. I keep walking, my head in clouds as I scan the crowds mindlessly for a familiar face of one of the guys. I feel my pocket buzz and pull my phone out. "Guess who's with the Magcon boys! That's right this girl haha! Omg I'm dying Max help ~Sam" at least one of us is having some luck. I huff and start to text her back, walking straight into a hard wall of- I look up from the ground. A hard wall of sexy, dayum! "Woah, sorry, didn't see you there" he says with a charming smile. "It's no big deal, I'll let it slide, especially since your so cute" I say with a flirty wink, smirking as a blush creeps across his already pink cheeks. "My names Sam, Sam Pottorff." He says, holding his hand out for me to shake. "Max, Max Silvera" I introduce, shaking his and with a laugh.
"So I'm guessing your a fan?" He says gesturing to my outfit, a black crop top that says "I have O.C.D: Obsessive
Caylen
Disorder" and a pair of high waisted shorts and o2l flipflops.
I blush and nod slowly.
"So you have an accent, where are you from?" He asks, taking my hand slowly and leading me through the crowd. "England, all though my castle is in Ireland" he gives me a shocked look "Castle?!" I panic, stuttering "house.. my-my house" he now gives me a weird look, nodding. "Oh cool, well JC is from Texas.. but that's not far" I laugh lightly, realising we walked up to a house. I pretend to fangirl "ohmigod I get to meet the guys!?" He laughs at me and opens the door. And I'm in bitches!