Annabel was watching through the small window into the hallway, all the vampires passing by, looking like they were all on a mission.
Seeing Marcel pass, she lifted her head from Diego's chest and stood up as quietly as she could, trying her hardest not to wake him. She grabbed one of Diego's sweatshirts from a pile of clean laundry that had yet to be put away and, deciding it was just long enough for it not to be entirely inappropriate to wear, she ran out. "Marcel," she called.
He turned back around, "Cute outfit."
She looked down at the dark blue sweatshirt and said, "Yeah, yeah, I know, I'm adorable. So, I was thinking–"
"–Oh no–"
"–Davina really wants to go to the festival tonight," she began, prepping for a long debate with him. "She raved about it when we were hanging out the other day. I was thinking, maybe you could let her go?" she gave him the sweetest smile she could muster.
"Hell no," he rejected her attempts. "Sophie Deveraux is gonna be right in the middle of all that. If the witches find her-"
"I'll be with her the whole time ready to kick their asses," she decided. "Please, M. Take it from a girl who's been sheltered in one form or another her entire life - Davina needs this. And she ain't not gonna fight you for it herself, so I'm fighting for her."
He looked off for a second, contemplating her idea. "You stay by her side every second," he said.
"I will," she assured.
"Alright. Fine. She can go. But I'm gonna send Cami with you too." Annabel made a face, but dropped it seeing Marcel's look.
"See? That wasn't so hard," she said with a smile, turning around to go back to bed.
"On one condition," he said just as she walked into the bedroom.
"You were doing so well..." Annabel muttered, turning around and seeing Marcel at the threshold.
"If you're gonna be with Davina and Cami, you ain't gonna be getting distracted by lover boy. No Diego."
"Seriously?" she asked with a sigh.
"Unless you'd rather stay here with your boyfriend and Davina can stay in the attic."
"Okay, okay, fine," she said with a quiet groan. "Now go away, I'm gonna shower."
Marcel closed the door and left, shaking his head and chuckling at her behavior.
Annabel walked over to the dresser, taking off his sweatshirt. "Damn," she heard from the bed.
"Can I help you with something?" she asked with a laugh, folding the sweatshirt and putting it into the drawer.
"Nah, baby, you're helping me just fine right now," he said, his eyes trailing up and down her naked body.
She smirked, looking back at him. "Damn, that was real smooth," she complimented sarcastically, walking back over to her room. She walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her, only for the door on the other side to open. "Oh yeah, sure, come on in," she told Diego. "This," she gestured to the two doors to the bathroom, one connected to her room and one to his, "was the worst idea anyone has ever had."
"The worst?" he asked, closing and locking the door. "All you gotta do is lock the doors, keep the creeps out."
"Oh, you mean keep you out?" she asked as he locked the other door.
She grabbed her toothbrush and toothpaste, handing the man standing behind her his, "I ain't kissing you with nasty morning breath, so you might as well..."
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Fanfic[book two] It had been just over ten years since Annabel called New Orleans home. Back then, her naivety kept her safe, clueless as to all the violence going on around her. But things had changed since then. She had changed. After graduation, Annabe...
