The Girl of Shadows [COMPLETE]

Eight

["She changed, but not overnight like in the books you read. Over years. Slowly and painfully. Maybe even brutally. But she did." -Unknown Author]

I remember closing my eyes around two am, avoiding my doom at 3. I was shaken awake by Celia, frantic, rushing herself to make me get up.

"Hannah!" She screamed, pulling my blanket off. Instinctively, I curled into a ball, evading the world's cold atmosphere. It was really cold for September. Groggily, I sat up and looked around my room trying to regain my composure.

"Jesus, wake me up nicer." I scolded, watching her step away from me. She was worried - and I had no clue why. She stood and watched me for a while before I landed on the freezing hardwood flooring. I winced at its temperature, jumping on my bed to keep them warm. Celia stepped forward, handing me socks. I don't even know where she got them, for she was fully dressed for our trip to Detroit, and was anxious about my arisal.

"Thanks." I yawned. She nodded and opened my closet to throw out some baggy old jeans, that were jet black, and a long sleeved striped t-shirt. They flew onto me and she walked out of the dark room that had small amounts of light emitting from the hallway. I grabbed my duffel bag, my phone, some snacks, and of course, my shoes. Even though I had everything, I always felt as if something was missing, whether it be vital or not.

Small thumps that my feet made could've been heard throughout our estate. I semi-gracefully made my way downstairs and threw the heavy bag on the floor in front of the entryway. I then strutted to the kitchen where everyone else was.

"Hannah! Glad you're finally awake!" Niko remarked, smirking. I ignored him and went straight for a bag of chips to satisfy my rumbling hunger.

I sighed. "Niko, I didn't fall asleep until two, and as of now it's six. Imagine that." I vocalized, squinting my eyes at his face, showing him I was not having it this morning.

"Why are you wearing human clothes?" He asked after minutes of dead silence.

"Why are you covered in knives and tasers?" I shot back, leaning against the kitchen island.

He looked down at his outfit and then back to me, confused out of his mind. Celia scoffed. "It's fine..." He said, whining a bit.

"Or suspicious." I stated, smiling greatly at him. He groaned from his growing frustration and headed towards the stairs to change.

"Forgot to mention to him that we'd be around A's and B's." Hugo mouthed, rubbing the back of his head. I shook my head as I continued to nibble on the salty snacks I used to fill my stomach.

"Next time you should." Thorne reprimanded, smacking the back of Hugo's head, exactly where he rubbed it. A very loud and very obvious sign of pain emitted from Hugo's no longer smiling face. Hugo wanted to start something with his older brother before being stopped by Celia, sensible to all extents.

"Don't start." She warned, serious and mature. It was hilarious watching the younger of the two be the adult in the situation. And still, she couldn't keep herself composed at times.

"Back." Niko started, casual in every way. He was wearing a black hoodie with red markings and black ripped skinny jeans. Matched with his dark shaded hair, it almost looked as if he wasn't there. If he wasn't blatantly pale, he'd be a shadow in the hallway.