Bite Me

Stalkers Are Needed To Protect Me-Day And Night

 

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“WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED IN HERE?” We hear Bart shout from the kitchen, and I jump off Charles in surprise. Damn it, I almost kissed another vampire. So close to! I cant kiss Charles. That would be really awkward.

I run into the kitchen, ignoring Charles’s anger and upsetness for not getting to kiss me. It’s plain as day, it’s written all over his face. I gasp when I enter the kitchen. Pots and pans are scattered everywhere, the window is broken into pieces, there’s some blood on the floor, and a wall has some holes in it, probably from a miss punch.

Translation: A war happened in here.

Henry, Edward, and Charles appear outta nowhere. “Me and Edward searched everywhere. They’re gone.”

Clinton raises an eyebrow. “Who’s gone?”

“Bones. They tried getting to Nora. They came through the window and Scar got close to capturing her.” Edward explains, planting his hand on my shoulder.

“We need to watch her like a hawk now. Someone’s gotta follow her every move.” Charles nods.

I giggle. “Like a stalker.”

Charles rolls his eyes at my foolishness. “Yes, like a stalker. Who wants to be Nora’s stalker?”

“I will!” Bart raises his hand happily. Of course it would be Bart.

Clinton nods. “Ok. Bart, you’ll watch her during the day, and Charles, you’ll watch her at night.”

“Why me?” Charles complains. Complain? He sure wasn’t complaining back there…

Clinton shoots me a weird look, then his eyes widen and he looks at Charles. I guess Charles is thinking the same thing. We didn’t do anything, Clinton! He almost kissed me, Jeez. I send him a mental thought. He does a sigh of relief and shakes his head.

“Yeah! Charles is the night stalker and I’m the day stalker. This is fun.” Bart interrupts our little mental chat.

“Do I at least get the bathroom to myself?” I ask.

Clinton rolls his eyes. “What do you think?”

“I think you guys are perverts.” I deadpan, making Bart laugh, but then he covers it with a cough. Clinton ignores my smart ass mouth and walks out to the living room, with all of us following.

Bart sits down next to me, and I look at them all weirdly. “You guys aren’t gonna clean the kitchen?”

Henry rolls his eyes. “Nora, that could easily be done in two seconds. We can wait.”

“Well sorry! I don’t have special abilities to move that fast. I’m not superhuman, you know. I’m just a normal human being.”

Edward scoffs. “Normal? Your anything but normal, Nora. Your sarcastic, you have a smart ass mouth on you, you speak your mind, you threaten to-” He stops talking when he sees the if-looks-could-kill look on my face.

I turn to Bart. “Put your hands up.”

He looks at me weirdly. “Why?”

“Just do it!” I roll my eyes. Me and Nell do this all the time.

“Ok, so we’re gonna play a hand game. Clap your hands once, then hit mine, then cross and repeat while I sing the song. Ok?” I do the hand movements to show him.