The Twins (ON HOLD)

Chapter Five

I would just like to dedicate this chapter to my fantastic editor, Breezy1701, who edited all my work in progresses in one night while doing homework and eating.

Isabelle's P.O.V.

I woke up when I heard footsteps and hushed voices outside the door. I trained my ears to hear what they were saying.

"... else they'll wake up," one, a female, said.

"I know, I was there when Alpha told us but I don't understand why we have to video tape it," the other, male, replied.

The door opened quietly and I closed my eyes, waiting for the perfect moment. Footsteps approached me and I heard a click of a button. A hand touched my shoulder and my eyes flew open, quickly grabbed the persons' wrist, jumped up, twisting it and ended up falling to the floor with me on his back pinning his arms behind him.

"Qui misit te?!" I asked in Latin (Translation: who are you?!).

"Get this chick off me!!" he screamed, thrashing around but I didn't let go.

I felt a hand go under my chin and force me to look up. Annabelle.

"Estamos a salvo. El no es un enemigo. Lo dejo ir, Rylie," she said, in Spanish. That's the things about angels we can understand all languages but we can only speak one fluently (Translation: we're safe. He is not an enemy. Let him go, Rylie).

I growled at him but got up, mumbling a few curse words at him in Latin as he walked out of the room.

"I now know why Alpha Dan wanted us to video tape it, because that, my friend, was hilarious. You have got to teach me that move," the girl said from the doorway.

"Maybe I will, I'm Rylie."

"Erin, by the way I'll be taking you shopping. Wouldn't want Stella and Ella picking out happy, smiley clothes, now would we?"

"I'd rather die than wear anything like... well, like Kylie," I said and gestured towards Annabelle. She huffed at me.

"Trust me I'll show you stores were they have our kind of clothes," she said, gesturing to her outfit. She was wearing a purple tank top, black leggings, black combats, and a leather vest. I also noticed her blue hair, pale skin, and hazel eyes.

"Nice to see someone who doesn't look like a munchkin from the wizard of oz," I replied, grinning like the Cheshire cat.

"Anything to help a fellow F.A," Erin winked at me and my face went pale. I looked over at Annabelle to see a shocked expression on her face. For all of you who don't know F.A stands for Fallen Angel.

"Alright who's ready to get their shopping on," Stella said walking into the room. She looked at us, then Erin, then back to us, "who died?"

I quickly shook my head to clear it and looked at Stella, "two things. One don't EVER say that again and two no one died."

"well, then isn't someone a happy camper," she mumbled under her breath and I growled at her.

"BREAKFAST IS READY!" a voice boomed from the ground level.

"Come on, food then shop," Erin said grabbing my arm and dragging me down all the stairs.

"By the way, were did you get the matching necklaces?" Stella asked after a few minutes of silence.

"It belonged to our mom and her sister," we replied in unison.

"Do you always do that freaky talk-at-the-same-time thing?" she asked looking at us.