Chapter Four

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I love it there, weapons and skill builders to make the perfect slayer and no vampires dare to come down here, knowing it would be suicide. We tend to go overboard during practice. Who can blame us it was our element, a way to let our frustrations out, without anyone being the wiser. I went to my favorite punching bag, made out of the same stuff as bullet proof vests. You can’t even cut it down with the sharpest sword, trust me I have tried. 

As of now I pretending it is Fang, punching the living daylights out of it. Something about him makes me so angry, like how he was always with me then all the sudden  he starts to hang out with any girl that he could talk to, what a freaking pig. One of the many reasons I hate vampires, their lost, their I'm-way-better-attitude, the way they think that they can do anything they want. 

“She-sh sis, what in the world did that punching bag did to you.” I heard my older brother Billy said.

“Or is a certain boy,” ask my sister Lily. With her it always boys.

“Luna, is way too young to have a boy in her life.” Billy said, being the overprotective brother that he is.

Lily just laugh, “Trust me, I was two years younger then her when I started to date my vampire partner.” I rolled my eyes seeing where she hinting at, which most likely make Billy want to kill Fang. Be my guest, save me the mess.

Billy walk up to me, “Luna please tell me you are not dating that pervert of a partners of yours.”

I rolled my eyes, "no in the least," I told him, and he would have believe me if Lily kept her big mouth shut.

"and if she was, what would be wrong with that. She old enough to do what ever she likes, and that includes a hot vampire boy." She said walking toward us.

"She better not be doing him, she way to young," my brother yelled, as if I was the third person.

Lily run her hand though her hair, "come on I did it with fifteens guys by the time I was her age, including John." Yes my sister is a litter slut, and John is her fuck buddy and partner.

"How many, " my brother yelled grabbing a sword, once again she talking about herself and not me.

And before I could blink the twins was at it again, their moves and strikes would put fear into any vampire heart, friend or foe alike. I watch them for a little bit, but soon find my self bored and went back to my room, two more hours to spare before midnight, man how times fly.

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