Shade and Chris hung upside down by their feet, wondering how it went so wrong. It took them a few days to get back to the school. Of course when they pulled up, Saraha, Vehena, and Vanessa were waiting for them, in front of the gate. They contemplated not getting out of the car, and trying to run the other way, but that idea was busted when Fido opened the other door, and grabbed the bandaged Michelle. The cuts and scratches had healed over the few days. The only thing remaining was the gash to her forehead, and a cut on her neck. As they climbed out, to their surprise Vanessa was smiling, which was never a good sign.
One minute they were trying not to be afraid of the ones in front of them, and then next time they opened their eyes, they were hanging upside down by their feet, with a rope around their ankles. With the blood rushing to their heads, they tried to make sense of the spinning picture. "I wonder when their going to forgive us." Chris said next to him, as he crossed his arms. Shade turned his head, giving him the 'are you fucking kidding me' look. "I don't even now how Vehena puts up with you sometimes. I don't even know why I put up with you, either." Chris laughed. "You put up with me, because were friends. Of course it is technically your fault in the first place. You and your mischievous ways. I remember the very first thing we did, was supposed to scout about wolves and we end up finding a child." They both laughed. "Are you two crazy from the blood rushing to your head?" They both looked at Michelle, who looked funny upside down. The bandage from her head was gone, but the one on her neck was still there. "Ah, hi Mich. You look better." Chris said.
She rolled her eyes. "What are you doing here? I thought your mother put you on bed rest?" She crossed her arms. "Yes, but apparently all hunters have been summoned to the night classes." They looked at each other. "Yes, even you were summoned." She scowled. "I have a bad feeling this has something to do with something I've been trying to prevent." One of her guns materialized, and she shot the ropes at the feet. They both said "Ah.", and fell to the ground. They both groaned in pain. "Oh get up. You both are fine. We have to hurry." She went inside the gate, not waiting for them to recover.
(Ah yes, if you were paying attention, they were hanging upside down outside the front gate. Sorry, on with the story.)
They joined the fourteen other hunters, and made their way toward the night class dorms. Everyone gathered in front of the dorm door, on the large lawn clear of trees. The eleven purebloods in the school so far, stood in front of the dorm doors, dressed in their celebration attire. (Trust me. They have clothes for every kind of event. Spoiled rich kids.) "Welcome, we have asked you to come here for us to tell you some news." Michelle looked around for Ness, but couldn't see her anywhere. The painful feeling in her stomach got worse, as she didn't see Jackal either. "Oh boy. I'm going to hate this." She sighed, with her hands on her hips. "We will now introduce the five couples that we are celebrating today, for the accepting the roses."
(Here let me explain. When ever a male or female vampire is interested in someone, and they share that same interest, than a rose is presented. It goes like this.
White rose= Dating.
Pink rose= Love interest.
Blue rose= Engaged.
Yellow rose= Friendship.
Purple rose= Blood friends.
Orange rose= Biting interest.
Red rose= The change bite.
Black rose= Death.
If any of these roses are given they are presented by the vampire to the interested person, who can either accept or deny the rose. If they accept, than they will become what the rose entitles. If they so choose, they can also deny the rose, and return it. There is actually another rose in existence, that has never been seen before, lest presented. The green rose. Many have tried to breed this rose, and then present it to the one they love the most.
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Pure Knight
VampireWaking up in a lone spooky house, inside a coffin deosn't really help you figure out why and how you got there. Neither does it help you remember your past when your only a five year old child. Shall we dive and follow the story, of a little girl...