anne

15 | Sleepovers are a mess

Anne's Timeline

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Anne shot up from her sleep, sweat drenching her body from nearly every inch. She had another dream again—a nightmare.

The same blue dress fading into modern clothes, the same long blonde hair into the short brown hair, but never a face. Never a voice, just a familiar, but unidentifiable whisper. And still that bloody word 'Mike'. Annoyed, Anne pushed herself off her bed, nearly tripping on something en route to her bathroom. 

'What the hell?' She thought, then her vision came right and she saw the dead bodies. 'Oh. Right. That happened.'

For the past few nights, Anne, Enzo and Rebekah had been getting drunk, partying, and selectively killing—objectively bad—people in her apartment. It was all fun and games until the police were called to her home for noise control and suspicion of dangerous activity. Which, of course, was correct. Nothing a little compulsion didn't fix. Until Rebekah started killing them out of hunger, or boredom. 

Anne winced as she kicked the bodies out of her way, finally getting to her bathroom. When she looked into the mirror and saw a blood soaked, alcohol drenched, sweat covered mess in her reflection, she was not pleased. Her favourite blue party dress was covered in unidentifiable substances and was rendered to rags. She wouldn't dare acknowledge the birds nest of her hair. A groan came from the lounge, which Anne presumed to come from someone on the brink of death, likely as a consequence of catching Rebekah's interest. 

She stumbled over the empty corpses in her room, down the hall, past the kitchen, and stared at the lifeless bodies that littered her floor. Meanwhile, Enzo lay amongst the dead unbothered and Rebekah was sprawled across the main couch with a decapitated head in her hands. The eldest Vampire seemed perfectly content in her bloody slumber, so her dear friend decided to disrupt it with a pillow to the head.

"Ugh... Let me sleep."

"Nah ah, princess. Time to get up and clean my house." Anne clapped for those with breathe in their lungs to wake up. As it would happen, only Rebekah and Enzo stirred awake. 

Anne marched over the bodies, going into the Kitchen to inspect more damage as Rebekah stretched herself to life. "What is this mess? What happened last night?"

"Well," Anne was enthusiastic to share, "Apparently we murdered half the city up in here, and I don't imagine that will go unnoticed. So, Rebekah, I need you to take care of the compulsion rounds, and Enzo?"

He hummed glumly in response.

"I assign the body-dumping job to you."

Enzo groaned dramatically, flailing his arms around, "Why me? I didn't do anything wrong."

Anne stared at him, snuggled beneath dead people. Enzo caught her drift and flung his head back, "Fine."

"Besides, I have to get changed because it's Saturday and I have to make an appearance at work. I haven't compelled myself this much time off in ages, and I don't want to get in the habit of it." 

As Anne was rushing back into her room, she heard Enzo mumble, "Sleepovers are a mess."

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After changing into some fresh clothes, and instructing Enzo how and where to get rid of the bodies, she dropped Rebekah off at the Police Station down the road from Anne's apartment to do some compelling. On her way to work, Anne got a call from Charles about the second diary, so she rerouted herself to the Chambers' house.