So here's chapter 2. Enjoy!
Chapter song - will you meet me in the graveyard by snow whites poison bites
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"Ashley!! Get up you are going to he late, your going to school even if I have to drag you all the way there." Caine yanked at my ankles and I flew of the bed with a thud.
"I'm not going." I pulled the duvet over my head.
He yanked my duvet of my head and burst into a fit of laughter.
"What?" I asked annoyed.
"Your hair just looks brilliant." He grinned.
"Shut up, just cause your a guy and don't have to worry about getting bed hair." I folded my ams and glared at him.
"Hurry up!"
"Keep your bloody hair on, I'm just taking a few minutes to recover from a saw ass. Because you just made me land on it."
"Language Ashley." He smirked at me.
I gave him the finger making him chuckle. Not really the reaction I wanted.
I stood up and walked to by mirror. Shit! I see what he ment, I grabbed my brush and managed to obliviate all the knots. I smiled in satisfaction as my natural curls looked neat and decent, I splashed water on my face and did my makeup managing to cover up the dark circles from under my eyes. Something I'm used to if you train 4 times a week. I got dressed in my new you me at six top and some light wash blue skinnies, polka dot socks and converse.
"My hoodie." I rushed into the bathroom and pulled the plug letting the pale red water spin away. I grabbed my hoody and squeched out all the water then hung it on a coat hanger and shoved it in the boiler. Grabbing my destroyed denim rucksack I jumped down the stairs and biy into an apple.
"Where's dad?" I spoke with my mouthful. Oh so ladylike.
"At the training center." Caine tossed the last piece of toast in his mouth and grabbed his car keys.
Sitting in my brothers Masadees I thought about last night, the strange hooded man who drank the blood from a murderer who had escaped from prison. His voice was...delightful shall we say. I wanted to hear more of it, just once more and I might be satisfied. Probably not. But most people would be freaked out if they walked into a dark alleyway and discovered a 'man' drinking blood from another, that's if they'd walk down an alleyway to begin with. But I could never forget his face, and the blood across his face wasn't horrible or gastly. I mean I've been trained to be used to the sight of gore, especially if I came across zombies they wouldn't be decent looking they might have there guts hanging out for all I know. The blood just...to me was like water, simple to clean and...drink.
"Are you going to get out of the car anytime soon? Your friend, whatever her name is. Is smiling at me and waving like a maniac."
"Yeah. Her names Abbie." My voice was rather dry.
"Whatever now get out of my car else I'm gonna be late for college, your okay you've only got a week until you join me in 'the big school." Caine smirked at me.
I hit the back of his head. "This is big school. Your still behind because you flunk of half the time."
He rubbed his head. "I flunked of twice, once when you were seriously ill and dad wasn't home. Twice when I was Ill,so don't you go moaning at me." His voice was stern but his eyes were full of amusement.
"Bye Candy Caine, enjoy your day at kids school." I waved as I got out of the car and joined Abbie who was now shouting at me to hurry up.
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