Vampires Rule // Colby Brock

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Lydia Drake
I step out of my car kind of nervously. This house is big and I have no idea why Tara is here, or who she's with. I just know that I don't like something about it. Call it a feeling in the pit of my stomach that's not good or bad, and that makes it all the more infuriating. Not knowing something is not something I'm willing to accept.

As I jog up the front steps, I feel slightly more at ease, though, thinking about how Tara would never hurt me, and I knock the door. I wait... and wait... and wait. Just as I'm about to knock again; my fist in the air, the door opens and reveals my tiny friend. I haven't seen her for months and my heart literally clenches at the sight of her standing in front of me wearing the same thing as always, but with blonde strips at the front of her dark brown hair.

"Lydia!" She exclaims excitedly and wraps her arms around me. I smile and do the same back, squeezing her hard as we rock slightly. We need this little hug because we've missed each other so much and for little reason. I've been in LA. Being busy wasn't an excuse when it comes to your best friend.

"Kiss, I dare you." My eyes flick up to meet the eyes of someone standing in the hall with piercings and tattoos; pink hair and dimples. Yup, Tara got his description down perfectly. It's her boyfriend.

"No, why don't you kiss her, Jake?" I challenge, letting go of Tara. She looks back at Jake and smiles at him, but he looks a little confused.

"How do you know who I am?"

"Oh, Tara and I have talked. And she's told me everything." I emphasise the word as I smirk at him. He looks like he wants to blush as he backs up a little from me. Tara giggles and pulls me inside, shutting the door.

"Come on! You've gotta meet everybody." She doesn't drag me by my hand for long because she gets to Jake and grabs his instead, almost leaving me here in this massive hallway I haven't had the chance to admire. It's beautiful; chandelier and everything.

"You'll fit in famously." Jake tells me with a small, sweet smile. The original ass disappears just like that, and I'm glad. I've been told that I either drive people up the wall, or have some sort of calming effect on them. And that, I like. Not the first one, the second.

Tara and Jake lead me through the downstairs, through a kitchen—which looks great—and through a little hallway. There's a door in the frame but it's open to allow anybody in, and another door at the end of the hallway. We walk though the dark for a second until Jake opens the door and basically blinds me with the light. There has to be, like, eleven lights in here. Jesus Christ.

But as soon as I'm not being blinded anymore, I'm met with a lot of people. A LOT. From a quick count, including Jake and Tara, I deduce that there's fifteen and they all have specific places. Despite a couple and two guys being squished on one couch, though, the bean bag right beside the door is left vacant.

"Everyone! This is my best friend, Lydia." Tara tells everyone excitedly as she and Jake take a seat on the other end of the couch to a guy with a man bun and a small, fragile girl. They're sort of snuggling, one of his arms wrapped around her shoulders and her head resting on his collar bone. They look totally in love, which is cute, and disgusting at the same time.

"Lydia, this is everyone." Jake says helpfully then continues to explain who everyone is. Oh god. Here goes. Time to tie something about everyone to their names so that I don't forget. "Corey and Devyn." The guy with a man bun who looks like a teddy bear and the small girl. "Sam and Kat." A blonde haired guy with blue eyes and a blue-haired girl who makes his eyes pop. They're snuggling too, but have their own little beanbag. "Aaron and Tori." Aaron looks tall, dirty blonde hair and Tori has brown hair. There's not much to remember her by but she's perched on top of Aaron's knee so that may help. "Aryia." He's got some tattoos and part of his hair is dyed blonde, just like Tara. "Kevin." Poor Kevin is a big guy, dark-skinned and muscular but he's squished between Aryia and the couple next to him. "Reggie and Cassie." He has blonde dyed hair and she has dark brown with silver at the tips. That should be enough to remember them by. "Mike." He looks quite tall and has a lot of tattoos like Aryia, but many more. "Brennen." He has the kind of smile that'd draw girls in easily. I'm not so attracted to him—he's not quite my type—but that makes him easy to remember. "And Elton." He's sat on a chair right beside the door. Somehow, he looks a hell of a lot older than the rest of them with a beard and long weirdly dyed hair.

My eyes flick to the beanbag that's sitting right beside me and I wonder why it's vacant. "That's Colby's." Sam tells me, though he doesn't seem to tear his eyes from Katrina. He seems fascinated by her. "But he's . . . out right now. I wouldn't suggest sitting there unless you won't your head chopped off." Tara and Jake suddenly stand and they sit on the beanbag instead, allowing me to take a seat next to Corey and Devyn on the couch. Alright then.

I sit down and brush my fingers quickly through my hair before noticing that everyone is looking at me. Before I can say anything, Jake let's out a little laugh.