Bad Ass

Chapter-three

~Elektra's POV~

"How can you see into my eyes, like open doors? Leading you down into my core, where I've become so numb." That my people, is the sound of my phone going off.

I look at my phone to see the time; 5:30 am. I have 30 minutes to get ready. Good thing I packed last night and took a shower. I roll out of bed, landing on my feet. I get dressed in a black shirt with hate, written in blood-red letters. Blood-red pants, black Ed Hardy shoes. With my black chain around my waist, sunglasses and my leather jacket.

Stepping out of my room and into the living room I see Jackson waiting for me. I look at my iPhone; 5:45 am. I go back into my room, Blackfire following me the whole time, grab the rest of the suitcases and give them to Jackson.

"Be right back, have to get something. Just take these to the car." He nods his head, and does what I say. I go back into my old room, grab my, amazing black and red, guitar and put it in it's case.

"What's that?" Jackson asked as I come outside.

"Guitar, never seen one?" I asked. He shakes his head.

"Out of all these boys you have and none of them play, or know how to play the guitar?" I asked, sitting in the passenger seat.

He didn't answer just shook his head. I just went with that and stopped talking, not wanting to talk anyway. Blackfire jumped in my lap and we set off for the airport.

"I hope you don't mind, but we don't have an extra room, so you'll have the basement. We cleaned it up and everything. You can paint and do whatever you please with it." He rambled, as we boarded the plane.

"Calm down, would you. It's fine with me, I was going to ask if I could fix the room anyway. No offense." I quickly added the last part.

He nodded, then finally realized Blackfire was curled up in my lap, asleep. "I still can't believe they let you bring him on here. A fox, on a plane." He shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips. I rolled my eyes underneath my sunglasses, still not taking them off. This man was just as goofy as my dad was. No wander they were like brothers.

I must have fallen asleep because I was awakened by the feel of someone's hand on my shoulder.

"What is it Jackson?" I asked, not opening my eyes.

"How the hell did you know I was even touching you. You were in a deep sleep." His voice laced with shock.

"Guessing he didn't tell you." I muttered, opening my eyes and thankful my sunglasses were still on. "So what did you want?" I asked.

"We've landed." He simply stated before getting up and getting his bag.

"Is the Alpha here strict?" I asked as we got into the limbo that was here to pick us up.

"Not really, but we're going to my house first, so you can meet the boys. After you meet them, you'll meet the Alpha." He responded as I closed my door and the limbo started to move. I pulled my iPhone out of my pocket and plug in my black and red beats, put them on and blasted my music.

Now it's time to meet the famous Floyd brothers. Note the sarcasm.