Chapter Eleven

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I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked good. I had perfected my eyeliner and straightened my hair to fall over my right eye, the newly dyed color shining in the dim light of my room. I had changed from my band tee and dark wash skinny jeans into purple skinny jeans and a black and white ouji board shirt. I hung a silver pentagram around my neck outside my t-shirt and kept my mother's locket hidden securely underneath my shirt.

I looked good. I felt good. Nothing like a good outfit to give you a confidence boost. I was picking Emelia up in twenty minutes. Despite Emelia's protests, Noah had refused to come. Unlike me, he was immune to her sugar sweet personality. Plus, I needed to keep her safe. Call me over protective, but seeing Tyler all over Emelia had triggered some brotherly instinct I had buried deep inside of me.

It took about ten minutes to get to Emelia's house from Aunt Raven's. She had given me her address, and I was tempted to say I didn't need it, but that would've made me look like a stalker, or hint that I knew her from before I was Crow. Like when I was Dawson. I put my wallet in my back pocket, letting the silver chain clip to my belt loop.

After lining my arms with bracelets I grabbed the car keys, that I had convinced Aunt Raven to let me borrow, and headed out the door. I was the designated driver tonight, since I didn't drink. Anymore. My subconscious reminded me, I shook the annoying reminder away. Kendall's house was at the edge of town and would take us about twenty minutes to get there, leading us to get there as the party was in full swing.

It was unlikely that I would be hooking up with anyone in the town, plus I'd be busy trying to keep an eye on Emelia without looking like a creepy stalker or an overbearing older brother. I sighed, turning the key in the ignition. The weather forecasters had predicted that this would be one of the last warm days before fall hit us at full force.

I knew the way to Emelia's by heart and arrived at her house just as she was locking the door behind her. Her father worked as some big shot lawyer in the city and her mom managed a series of restaurants in town, if I remembered correctly. Though the long hours meant her parents weren't around much, not that Emelia minded. She didn't get along with her parents, or she hadn't when I had dated her. Now I guessed they got along even worse since her transformation.

Emelia wore a very short pleated dress.The top was designed like a lace-up corset, black and red. Making her look like a vampire. She wore sexual thigh high socks with little bows at the top where they stopped on her smooth leg. She was a beautiful girl, though not my type, as she wasn't, you know, a guy. She slid into the passenger side, her straightened, dyed, black hair a mess from the gusting winds outside. She also wore black liner which was blended with a subtle red eye-shadow. Her perfectly pouty lips were stained with red lip stick, making her look like she was really a vampire.

"Like what you see?" She asked teasingly, rolling her eyes at me. I chuckled, shaking my head as I put the car into reverse and backed out of her driveway. "So to get to Kendall's house you stay on Sybal Street until you come to the intersection with Red Road and you'll turn left then- well I'll direct you when we get out there. It's about twenty minutes out." She babbled on. I didn't tell her that I knew the way to Kendall's from the many times I had gone to his house with the other guys to play call of duty. What a meaningless game.

Twenty minutes later of Emelia directing me to Kendall's house we arrived at his huge house. A very typical rich person house, white house with black shutters. A house that now thumped with the sound of a bass and had teenagers litter the lawn as they laughed and made-out with one another. Emelia bounced excitedly in her seat as she surveyed the scene, while I parked down the street some, so it would be easier to get out.

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