"You've gotta be kidding me!" I yell as I throw my hands in the air.
Jeremy cringes before shaking his head and saying, "It is for your pro-"
"Yeah, yeah, I get it! 'My protection', but seriously? The room next to yours? I already have my stuff with Sam." I whine, waving him off.
"I must be able to monitor your every move. You will move into the room next to-"
"At least down the hall?" I plead. Rooming next to Jeremy? Not exactly in my wish list.
He heaves a sigh. "You will move in the room down the hall from my own," I breathe contently, a small smile playing on my lips. Honestly, I've been eying it for a while. "You will also train harder and longer with the weapons instructor."
"Wait, what?" My smile drops as I hear those words. Is he really going to put me into more training?
Oh, God, no.
"In addition to training with your acquaintances, you will train one-on-one with Anthony for two hours in the evening. He will teach you more than just tactics and weaponry."
"Oh, come on! You know very well that I can-"
"You want her to what?!?!" Sam storms into the office, steam rising from her skin.
Really, I think she barely got out of the shower, her hair is damp and I can smell her shampoo.
"Jones, it is necessary for Angela to acquire the most adequate defensive skills..." Jeremy went on arguing with Sam, who was defending like a mad woman.
'Oh, it's not like I can fight for you or anything...' Heara chimes sarcastically.
Heara! Man, you keep disappearing. I was worried about you! Where do you go anyways? And why did you say that like you can easily defeat a Ninja on steroids?
'Steroids?'
What? I'm not exactly in the right mind at the moment.
'And I am in your mind so I've heard worse. Both ways, you keep pushing your limits and as much as I would like that you trust me, I think you should take those extra classes.'
Not you too!
'I can help you understand everything better...' She says persuasively.
Heara seems to know exactly what she's talking about. I don't know how she could possibly understand the art of combat when I barely know how to block my face in a fetal position. I mean, Anthony has shown me some great tricks with a dagger but I don't know how to partake in hand-to-hand fighting. Heara might actually help a lot in that category... I don't like the idea but-
I let out an audible hiss, getting Jeremy and Sam's attention.
"Alright, I'll go for more training." Sam looks at me with bewilderment. "I need to get my strength up if I want to be able to defend myself. Who knows, I might be stalked and killed in the next month." I leave them to stare in my direction and walk to the room down the hall. I cannot believe how dense he is! Just because I'm his little sister I have to be next to him every hour of the day? Even if he's not with me physically, he'd still have tabs on me twenty-four seven! Not to mention the brutal training I am sure to suffer for the next year. He might as well lock me up in the highest tower with a glass roof.
Okay, I'm exaggerating. I talked to Jesse about all the vampire myths and he told me what really happens. Sparkling skin is just an allusion; apparently, vampires have "glass skin." The first couple layers of skin are actually laced with a webbing that is extremely durable and gives the illusion of shining in the sunlight. Some vampires can even use that trait as a way to hypnotize the prey into coming close. Drinking werewolf blood isn't poisonous at all. In fact, it's the epitome of vampire intoxication, "One sip, and you're hammered for a good twenty hours." he told me. I wasn't considering it then, but now, as I'm walking through this incredibly long hallway, feeling like my life just grew ten times more difficult, having been told my entire life was a lie, I realize that I could easily get away, and that I'm actually considering it. But it wouldn't solve my problems. It wouldn't get rid of the pain.
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Temptations
Vampire"She's changing back to normal. Alright, take her away and don't forget to chain her up and cover her mouth." OH MY GOSH, I'M BEING KIDNAPPED!! He says to me, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he holds his hands behind his back. Where is this lodge h...