Vampire Slave and Witches Crush

"M-morticia?"

(~ Every Chappie of Ana-Marie's Point Of View is created by AvengedSoul296. We are working on this story together. I have edited some mistakes though. ~)

Ana-Marie wakes to the sound of her blaring alarm clock. Groaning she muttered, "Tăcere, tăcere." {Hush, hush} And the alarm immediately goes silent. Tossing off the covers she shivers when her bare feet met the cold, wooden floor of her bedroom. Standing she was in her normal good mood. She skips over to her walk in closet and surveyed her clothes. Her eyes lands on a dark purple tank top, and her favorite black skirt that hugged her waist perfectly. Grabbing them she rushes to the bathroom and turns on the shower. She strips out of her night shirt and underwear and got in.

After about thirty minutes of shampooing and conditioning her silky red hair, and washing her body, she gets out and wraps a towel around herself and goes over to the hair dryer starts to blow dry her hair. After she is done and her hair was straightened and brushed, she looks in the mirror and studied her reflection. When she was eight years old she had thought she was ugly. Every now and then she still does. Since she is a witch there are spells and potions she can use to rid her of her ugliness but in her mind that's a waist of magic and plus, she sort of likes how she looks so what's the use? She applies black eyeliner and then was done. She pulls on her black skirt, and then her dark purple tank top. Practically running back to her room she searches around for her black lace up converse. Finally finding them, she sits on the edge of her bed and tugs them on.

Finally done, and ready to go she leaves her room and hops down stairs. "Morning mama," She smiles at her mom. Ana-Marie and her mom barely looked alike. The only way you could tell they were related was because of they're eyes, which were a Steele blue mixed with light gray.

"Good morning my dear Ana," Her mother smiles sweetly at her as she nibbles on her piece of toast.

Ana-Marie kisses her mom on the cheek and is about to say goodbye when she hears a knock on the door resonate in the house. She walks over to it and put her hand on the door knob twisting it and opening the door.

She looks up at the person and her eyes slightly widened.

"I'm back.~" The girl sang.

"M-morticia?" Ana-Marie asks. She hadn't seen her in years!