April
I stopped walking down the corridor at the sight of my cousins. I turned around, walking back down the hallway. I turned a corner and stood face to face with the bitches of the west.
"Hello dear cousin." Niamh smirked.
"My how you've grown." Betha mimicked her sister's wicked smile.
"What do you bitches want?" I folded my arms over my chest.
"Have you not learnt to hold your tongue?" Betha's tone darkened. "You should treat your elders with respect."
"And you should treat your future Queen with respect." I hissed.
Niamh laughed loudly. "You are never going to be Queen."
"Not with the mouth you have." Betha added.
I opened my mouth to shoot another sassy remark when the duo looped an arm through each of mine, guiding me back down the corridor.
"Let me go." I demanded.
"As much as we would love to do that we can't." Betha explained, her grip tightening on my forearm. "Grandmother's orders." Of course it was her orders.
I let them escort me outside, before shrugging them off to meet the closest female members of my family gathered in the car park. Dred gathered in the fiber of my being at seeing how serious all their expressions were.
"Who died?" I broke the silence.
"She hasn't changed."
"She's ignorant."
"Surely the laws can be bended in this case."
"She was trouble from the beginning." A chorus of voices erupted after my simple question.
"Decisions need to be made." My grandmother's voice rose above the rest.
"I didn't know my attendance was required." My views hadn't mattered recently.
"I wish it wasn't." She replied bluntly as she stepped forward. "Your engagement party looms ever closer, tables, decorations and dresses need to be decided upon. Everyone has kindly gathered to help you, so I suggest you graciously cooperate." She spoke in a warning tone.
"Sure, it'll be a blast." I replied sarcastically.
Surprisingly my grandmother agreed upon red, black and white being the colour theme of the gathering, along with gothic styled decorations. Vampires were suckers for all things gothic and eccentric, pun not intended.
"We should stick to tradition." My grandmother was unwavering in her views on dress code for the occasion.
"The Werewolves wouldn't go for it." I pointed out. I couldn't imagine anything more silly than Alick wearing a waistcoat and frilly collar.
"They would wear what we tell them to." My aunty spoke curtly.
"Who cares what the wolves think?" Niamh studied her nails as if they were the most interesting things in the universe. "As long as we look better." She smiled and various relatives laughed as if it was even remotely funny.
I rolled my eyes at her remark and the way everyone was acting. Why were all my female relatives such humorless bitches? I guessed it ran in the family, as I thought about myself.
"We must stay true to the historic celebration." My grandmother said with finality.
"I think we can manage that with the fossils that will be attending." I jostled.
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DUCHAS (The Drive Within, Book 2 in Baile series)
FantasíaA lot has happened since Isla and her friends assumed their supernatural abilities and in the second half of the year more secrets will unravel, powers will enhance and lives will be put on the line. The stakes have never been more high as the story...
