The Vampire Covens

Ch.15 Greenwood Pack

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 Ch.15

            What the hell? The bed dips and bends sporadically around me and I feel like I’m in a mini tornado. The grogginess is making it hard to concentrate on what’s happening and in my state I try to fight whatever it is that’s disturbing my peace. I fling my arms and legs defensively and hit something solid; it rolls off the bed and thumps onto the ground with a groan.

            Despite my aching eyes, I open them slightly and look over the side of my bed to see a blurry Zane cradled in the fetal position on the floor. “Ow.” He whispers and I huff out what is between a laugh and a sigh.

            “You deserved it.” I say and throw a pillow at him. I was restless last night with thoughts dwelling in my mind. Him being the main one…

            “Get up.” He sits up wide eyed and full of enthusiasm. I look over at him angrily, but I catch the sun barely peeking past the horizon; it’s still dark!

            “It’s not even morn…” I yell but he panics and stifles the rest of my complaint with the palm of his hand. He puts a finger to his lips and hisses out a swoosh. I tug my eyebrows together angrily and wait for him to remove his hand from my mouth. He slowly takes it away, making sure I don’t scream, and sits beside me on the bed. I groan and look at him, “Morning!” I whisper.

            He laughs lightly, “I did say bright and early.”

            “But it’s not bright.” I say and rub my hands down my face to try and wipe the sleep away. It doesn’t work.

            “But it’s early.” He smiles. How can he be so happy at a time like this? What time is it? I look over at a small clock that came with the room and had to choke down a scream; 5:00 a.m.! What in the holy fuck shit was he thinking?

            “Are you kidding? It’s five in the morning!” I have to fight to keep my voice steady and calm. I could just ring his damn neck right now!

            “I know it’s not convenient for thy princess, but it has to be this early or else we will wake the living dead and their ol’ faithful servants and be hung for treason.” He says making hand gestures like he’s in a Shakespeare play.

            “That’s not funny.” I groan, standing up; which is more of a hassle than what is normally natural, as my legs wobble in protest. They obviously didn’t get the memo that we had to wake up at the crack of dawn!

            “Ah come on Avie… have a sense of humor.” He states as I make my way to the bathroom.  I sneer and walk with a little more purpose, “Ah come on Zanie… have a better sense of timing.” I shut the door before I can hear his reply and run the cold water.

            There’s a million things I call him in my mind as I wash away the morning grogginess… like asshole, prick, douche bag, a big ugly pimple on a baboon’s ass. The list goes on and on as the inner insults increase with vicious intent. I brush through my tangled mess of hair roughly and tie it up in a ponytail. I peer down at my nighties and sigh with frustration; I walk out of the bathroom and see Zane huddled on my bed cuddling with my pillows. I bet he’s cozy! I want to lash out and yell at him but I can’t because of the strict ‘be voiceless’ rule. So instead, I send heart bursting glares at his back.