Beyond the Fangs.

Chapter 7.

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Unknown's POV

I place the girl down on the chair out the front.

I reach into my pockets to find my house keys, only to find out they were empty.

Great.

There's no point in knocking on the door, he'll be pissed so he's not gonna let me in.

I guess me and whoever this girl is are going to freeze out here together.

I lift her head up from the chair and sit down where it was, placing it on my lap afterwards.

Her hair beautifully shaped her face as the slept.

I haven't done that in a while, you know, slept.

I kind of just lay on my bed staring aimlessly at the roof, thinking.

It makes the hangover even worse, but oh well, what are you going to do.

The girl on my lap starts getting really hot, and shes twitching everywhere.

She must be having a dream.

Maybe I should go into her head, see what shes like.

Dude, creepy.

True.

Okay, but it's not a twitch anymore, she's moving around, mumbling things.

A nightmare, it must be.

And thats when it happens.

She screams, waking up, and colliding my face with hers, before falling of my lap and onto the wood porch below me.

I hold my cheek in pain, as she holds her nose.

"Watch where you're screaming next time!" I exclaim.

We make direct eye contact for a second, not looking at anything else.

And then I realise, she's the only thing I can see, everything else surrounding her is white.

This isn't good.

Oh shit.

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Lei's POV

I awake from my nightmare screaming, only to find I'm colliding into another persons hard head.

I fall of whatever I was sitting on, clutching my nose in agony.

Who even has that hard of a head?!

"Watch where you're screaming next time!" Comes a familiar male voice.

I look at the man directly in the eye, my vision blurred as I just woke up.

"Me?" I say standing up. "You're the one who put your head there!"

I blink a few times, regaining my vision, before looking back at the man.

I recognise him almost instantly.

No way.

It can't be him, can it?

Is this a dream?

I never even thought this day would come in my life.

He stares at me, a puzzled look on his face.

"Why are you looking at me like I'm the most delicious thing in the world? I mean, I am a stud and all but," He slurs.

I smirk.

"You're damo- I mean Ian!" I smile.

He laughs. "You've heard of me, have you?"