Not A Decision ✓

53. Prank

Niall

I woke up with the faint sweet taste of blood. My tongue rolled over my teeth, and canines lengthened as it savored the remnants of blood. The beast inside me rattled and I felt my eyes shift color.

No! I had to suppress it. I wasn't thirsty. I didn't need it. It was just the blood lust- it was him. My skin crawled.

No. I promised Kenzie I wouldn't.

Just the mention of her name, blurred all thoughts of drinking. My breath steady.

Kenzie- where was she? How was she?

A sudden urge took over me to text her. But I knew I needed a good reason to text her. A smirk played at my lips- I knew exactly what would make a good conversation.

I swung my legs over the edge of my bed, in a humanly manner. I kept my senses in full alert and kept my ears open for any sound of the lads waking.

I dashed out of my room and made my way towards the living room. I made a quick look over the living room and smirked at the sight of the glorious invention made by man. I dashed over and made my way over to the first room.

I crept in and stealthily made my way over to the side of the bed. He was soundly asleep. He was a heavy sleeper. I took the cap off the tool and placed it in my pocket. I leaned over slightly above his face and pressed the tool on his face. Hmmm...what did my artistic mind have in mind for him?

I smirked once I finally knew what to make of his face. A uni-brow would work. Maybe even a fake beard and mustache. I kept my laughter in. I capped the tool and took my phone out and took a picture. I crept back out of his room and went on to my next victim.

I dashed into the next room that was rather clean, almost to a OCD level. I made my way over to the bed and stared down at him. What could I possibly do? I took out my fashionable tool and uncapped it. I carefully colored in the circles around his eyes. Maybe a curled mustache would do. Perfect. Now for the picture. Click. Now for my next masterpiece.

I zoomed out and came into the messiest room available. It took work to not step on something that would wake the vamp up. I looked at him and knew exactly what would suit his face. I lightning bolt scar came across his forehead, the circular spectacles around his eyes. I took a picture. He look quite flattering with drool.

My stomach hurt from all the laughter I kept to myself. I made my way over the obstacles of his room onto the next and last room. What could I possibly do to him? There wasn't much left for me to do. Maybe if I drew cat whiskers on him and some ears. I was good, if I said so. I took the final picture and then escaped to my room.

Now I couldn't possibly couldn't let the lads take their revenge on me. There was nothing better than pranking the lads and leaving the criminal a mystery. I looked into a mirror and began to mark myself with my handy dandy tool. A black dot on my nose, some whiskers, maybe some front two teeth. That earned some reward. I took a picture of it as well. Now I could send those pictures to Kenzie and have a reason to speak with her.

From: Me

Take a look at these. I was bored and they were asleep.

From: Kenzie

Why did you draw on yourself? You do look adorable

From: Me

So I wouldn't be suspected. :)

From: Kenzie

Wish I was there. I would have helped.

From: Me

Yeah. Me too. Have you taken a look at our package yet?