The Vampire's Mate

Chapter 31

Ace’s POV

“Shit!” I swear, chucking my knives at the tree in front of me in frustration.

“Calm thy tits,” Amy laughs, biting an apple,” she’ll be back any minute now,” she adds, chewing on the bite.

“There are over a thousand damned souls out there, she could get killed,” I groan, pulling my dagger out of the tree.

“She’s a badass dark angel, she can slash those motherfuckers back to where they came from,” Amy burps, throwing the rest of the half-eaten apple behind her and onto the forest floor.

“Touché,” I mutter, sitting against a random tree and stretching out my wings. They’re sore from flying for the past hour and a half. Where the hell could she have gone? I only left five minutes after she did.

“I’m back my bitchessss,” her voice calls from above.

“See, I was right,” Amy boasts as Sora lands right in front of us. It’s only 5:30, but it’s beginning to get dark. Her pitch black hair pools around her shoulders as she swings her katana into its sheath.

“Ace was worried sick,” Amy scolds, throwing an arm around Sora’s short stature.

“Of course he was, he was left in bruises since I beat him up so badly,” Sora jokes, folding her wings back into her body.

“Nuh, uh,” I protest,” I don’t have any marks from your temper tantrum, I’ll take my shirt off to prove it,” I add, pulling my black shirt over my head. Sora stares at my abs for a moment before noticing my smirk. Amy gags and coughs violently.

“Sorry, the sexual tension is choking me, I’ll leave you two to it,” Amy comments before taking off.

“THERE IS NO TENSION OF ANY KIND!” Sora yells at her as she laughs and flies to who knows where,” And put your shirt back on, the sight is disturbing,” she adds, scowling at me.

“You so want me,” I grin, pulling the black shirt back on.

“I do want you, dead that is,” she mutters, marching away and into the forest. I grin, she so wants me.

Jordan’s POV

"Sit down Jordan, I don't want to have to hurt you," Lucy insists, holding scissors in one hand as Jenna and May surround me.

"You are not cutting my hair," I hiss at her as I avoid getting grabbed and strapped to the chair, and put me into a strait jacket.

"Fine, we'll just have to straighten it then," Jenna grins, clasping the straightening iron. I stare at the contraption. Cut my hair or straighten it?

"Jenna, if you burn me, I'll kill you," I grumble as she pounces at me and pushes me in front of the chair that's place in front of the mirror thingy. She pulls a brush through my think and curly hair and I resists from breaking out in screams. 

"I'm doing the makeup and Lucy will find your outfit, GO!" May announces as they all break and plan to torture me.

"I'll be in our closest, be right back," Lucy calls out as she dashes into her room to pick a dress out. Hopefully it isn't too bad.

Half an hour later

I stare at the dress that's laid on the bed.

"IS THE LENGTH OF THIS DRESS EVEN LEGAL!?" I finally speak. Lucy scoffs and shoves me into the bathroom with the dress.

"It's the longest dress I own!" she calls through the door. I grumble to myself and pull on the short beige dress that has black going across my arm. I keep a tank top and extremely short pajama shorts on under the dress, just in case.  I’m surprised that I even fit into the dress, I’m a little chubbier and taller than both May and Lucy. I pull the bottom of the dress as far down as possible and uncomfortably walk out of the bathroom and am immediately blinded by the lights of multiple cameras.