I was back in the vault/cell before I knew it. I guess one hour wasn't as long as I thought it would be. Once back I just sat there, thinking about my lawyer, (whose name just happened to be Lori!) Lori the lawyer.
How cute.
Though she tried to convince me, I knew that she knew she couldn't get me out of trouble.
"You should probably have some faith in her," Agent Stewart had said, "she's an amazing lawyer." I laughed.
"Just because you have the hots for her doesn't mean that I have to." he looked at me with a shocked and angry face.
"My heart does not belong to Lori." When he spoke those words I felt a flutter in my stomach. The way his blue/green eyes looked into my chocolate eyes made it feel as if I were the one who possessed his heart.
What have you done?! I heard a voice yell.
"What was that?" I asked, looking around.
"What was what?" he asked back.
"That, that voice. The one that said 'What have you done?'" more shock fell upon his angelic face. Without another word he turned hastily and left the cell.
Stewart stayed away after the incident in the cell, but I could still feel his presence. I could still see his face in perfect detail, and I could still feel the "Oh Shit" feeling he had gave off after I repeated the words i had heard.His reaction! Obviously this is not all in my head because he reacted oddly to the words I repeated. And the voice! The voice sounded oddly like Stewart's voice. But I was looking at him, and he had not spoken. Is it possible? No. It's impossible to read peoples minds. I had been on earth for hundreds and hundreds of years. If it were true, I would know by now. Maybe it is possible though. Maybe the "mind reading" was a sign. A sign of what though?
Two more months had passed since I had the first meeting with my lawyer. We had been meeting two to three times a week, and while it was nice to be out of the cell, I still felt depressed. I wanted to feel the cool breeze blowing in my hair as I had the night I was captured. As for praying I soon stopped that. I was the only one who could save me, and so far I wasn't doing a very good job.
Besides Derelli (the guard who was ALWAYS at my cell) and the lovely Lori, the only one I really saw was Gomez. I was pretty sure that he was still pissed about the whole spitting in the face thing because he would mumble insults in Spanish. I tried not to fight with him (especially around feeding time) but sometimes he would crack a joke, or insult me, or just smile and it would piss me off. He had even given me a nickname: Roja. When i asked why he said it was because red was the color of fire, and he would love to burn me to death.
He was such a catch.
But if it weren't for his nasty attitude I suppose that I would have thought Gomez was attractive. He had dark skin (well a little lighter than mine but still dark for a vampire). He had golden eyes, and short black hair. When he did one of his i'm-gonna-be-a-smart-ass smiles, it would show off dimples. At times I wished that Gomez wasn't such an asshole so that could look at him and not be repulsed.
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Bloody Summer
Teen Fiction*PLEASE GIVE ME CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM! I wont really know how to improve on my writing if I dont get some help. Thanx :) P.S ik that i changed the view in which the story is written... im sorry :) (oh and become a fan!) * Summer is a bad vampire. F...
