Troublemaker

Chapter-22 Tinker Bell's twin sister.

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Chapter~22 Tinker Bell's twin sister.

"Achooo!"

"Achoooooo!"

"Aaacchhooooooo!"

"Enough!" Callum shouted, narrowing his eyes at me, whilst I wiped my nose with a tissue and sniffed a couple of times before resting my head against the head board of the bed.

"Plug some cotton in your ears, you moron," I suggested, my voice sounded hoarse. I had a terrible headache, a running nose and shivers racking my body, which is oh so wonderful right? 

Wrong. It sucks. It totally sucks.

 And I could probably smack my head a hundred times with a comb if that would bring me back my health. "If only you'd listened to me and not do so much of 'Its raining men and Hallejulah'," he smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. As a reply, I threw one of my pillows towards him, but to my utter disappointment he caught it with just one hand.

"Here I am, about to die, and you can't stop saying 'I told you so'. Have some sympathy towards me, if you can't do anything else," I retorted, after which I sneezed yet again and it felt as though I was sitting in a room where earthquakes arrived like every minute or so.

He flicked my nose playfully, and I swatted his hand away almost immediately. "Do not touch my nose!" I glared at him with my eyes a little watery, due to the cold I was experiencing. All thanks to those sexy little raindrops. Why? God WHY? I just hate this cold. These shivers. The rain. The running nose. Warren Blackwood and every one else in this whole damn world!

"Aw, is my little princess having a stuffy nose?" He cooed, in his undeniably sickening tone.

"Shut the hell up if you don't want the contents in this stuffy nose all over you," I warned, pulling the blanket a little more over me, just desperate for some warmth and a hot chocolate perhaps. Blake's hot chocolate. I still remembered how Blake used to make me hot chocolate whenever I used to suffer from this dreadful cold and cough, which was quite often ,trust me. His hot chocolates were magical, as if there was pixy dust in them.

"Cal?" I called, in a small hoarse voice, since he was sat just beside me on my bed, going through some novel that was kept on the nightstand. He hummed in response.

"Go and make me a hot chocolate," I ordered, my eyes drooping close as I comfortably nestled in the warmth of the blanket over me. At least the bed and the soft pillows were offering some comfort to me, if not this idiot of a vampire.

Vampire. The word so foreign yet so similar to me now. Funny, how a pathetic human like me was staying in the company of a bunch of bloodthirsty vampires without a fear of them attacking her. It felt so normal, as if they were all humans only. If anything, they acted like they were a couple of snarky teenagers, joking and kidding around without a care in the world.

"Is that an order?" he asked, amusement clear in his voice.

"Hell yeah," I replied, my voice almost muffled by the pillows but knowing he was a vampire with heightened senses (as explained by Callum), he could surely make out my words. In response, he chuckled.

"I feel like a servant more than a vampire with fangs," he joked, leaning against the frame of my door, as I opened my eyes to look at him.

"Just so you know, you're as fearful as a newborn puppy," I smiled widely at him, despite my irritated self.