27. Third Count; Vampire

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Rosanna's P. O. V:

"WAKE. UP!!!"

I heard a wretched scream the moment I opened my eyes.

With a deadly glare, I beheaded the culprit in my imagination. Purring in satisfaction at the spilled blood of the damned creature.

A beautiful sight to avenge the vast amount of injustice in waking an exhausted sleeping person up.

"Finally! My goodness, you sleep like a corpse!"

And Karissa stormed out the room, leaving an amused Elan who sat on the chair adjacent my bed.

Why is he here again?

I stared at Elan silently, before moving my gaze to the half opened door.

I sighed.

Maybe I should take some time to apologize to Karissa.

Though it's not my fault- and it's not hers either, but as a mature kid, I have to stand up for the world who caused this.

I saw a genuine smile on Elan's face for the first time since I met him. It really gave his face a glow.

I guess the earlier comedy acts brought real laughter to him.

And it all started a few minutes ago.

.

"Wake up."

A distinctive voice told me.

Horribly shattering my beautiful dream where I became Empress Chula. The mighty Queen of Poniesians.

"Ion wanna." I grumbled in dissatisfaction.

Shuffling deep within the comfortable duvet and burying my head further underneath the pillow.

I'm one of those highly intelligent few that uses a pillow for the exact opposite thing.

"It's after 12, who's gonna take care of your funeral if you sleep yourself to death?"

I simply ignored the pest.

"For f*ck's sake, get up!"

My duvet was ripped off my body.

Bloody b!tch.

Hissing like a cat in water, I withheld the urge to release a string of curses but focused more on getting back to a comfortable sleep.

"Brunch is ready. You're hungry, yes?"

The voice became more patient and caring. Too bad it didn't make a difference.

"Yeah, go stuff your mouth." I mumbled and feigned sleep, adjusting my position to lie on my stomach with legs spread wide.

"Really, get. up." The person said. I assume her patience has reached its limits. Such an impatient fellow, I clicked my tongue.

I ignored the troublesome pest once more, keeping a num. Since you couldn't read the loud message, listen to the silent one.

But then Karissa decided my silence did not fit her patience. Gripping unto my leg, the old shrew attempted to drag me out of bed.

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