Taming The Wild Ones

Chapter Twenty-Five: Knocked Out For Prom

Oi! Another update. Told you guys I'll try to stick around and I'm glad to see I have at least twenty of my lovely readers. Also, I got my final year report and let's just say I'm channeling my frustration through Haley's sanity, per say. Chapter 25 of TTWO! ... I planned on making this chapter longer but decided to split it up into two so prepare for the next one. I reckon about less than five chapters before the end but who knows....Remember guys to tell me if you want a sequel or prequel.

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Chapter Twenty-Five: Knocked Out For Prom

I grab a parking space across the street and kill the engine. With the keys twirling in my hand, I watch for a few minutes through the murky windows. A few girls stumbled out, not because they were drunk, believe me they were, but because of the shot of amnesia they've just been given. I feel the pit in my stomach grow and lay a hand on my cool skin. The heady and rich smell was undiluted, wafting through the small opening of my window and inflamed my every sense. I run the tip of my tongue over my teeth, feeling the prodding of my growing fangs, hungry for a taste. I try shaking my head clear. I didn't come here to feast only. Finding that Lycan was a priority, especially if Drake was our little snake in the grass. Turning back to face the bar, its scents hit me full on but now there was a musty odor of rotting flesh and dirt. This was the place. It had to be.

My phone rings and I'm sucked back to the car, reaching out for it without a second thought. "Whatever it is, I probably did do it but it wasn't my fault."

"Calm down, Haley. It's just me."

"Astrid?" I frown, picking up on that laughing tone that matched the girl. Sure I might have let her slide without the daily insult but since when were we the type to chat. I think she should have a couple more loose screws in her head if she's calling me, the cannonball, after that battle meeting.

"Yeah, I'm just wondering where you were. Drake was kinda stupid about the proposals so I guess its left for me to tighten the ship. I wanted to go over a few briefs with you."

I keep the phone cradled to my ear as I get out the car. Just listening to Astrid made me want to puke. I hate the clingy types. I rolled my eyes before answering.

"Unless you want a nuclear war, its a pretty dumb move asking me for help."

I heard Astrid sigh on the other end. "Just thought. Anyway, I'm supposed to tell you that you have Luna initiation tomorrow morning."

"A Luna what? I'm sorry Astrid, but you can go talk all that crap to someone like Simon or Colton. And now I'm hanging up." I end the call, cutting off her protests and toss the phone over my shoulder. How annoying was that call? I swear, I'm actually missing Brown the way these people freak. I stuff my fist into my pocket thinking that I haven't even shown them my pearly whites. I scrunch my nose up in a snicker. And then we've got a nuclear war baby.

"I can't believe Simon's making us do this." Travis mumbles. His face was stiff and red, his body tense. I raise an eyebrow at his stiff walk. He had that nervous twitch going as he stared at the bar with with disgust.

"Come on, join the dark side for a night." Devon shakes his brother by the shoulders, a playful spark lighting up his baby blues. "With that temper of yours, just think of what damage you could do to those bloodsuckers." With those words, a small smile breaks through Travis' stony exterior.

"Lets go cause a riot boys."

The three of us walk to the bar. The scandalous noise of unknown punk bands reach our ears as the crowd inside yells. Devon reaches forward to open the when it lurches forward and a scrawny guy falls face flat at our feets. There's the sound of skin tearing as he tries to stand but tumbles around and knocks himself unconscious. There's telltale bitemarks on his neck and wrists, punctured to deeply that his blood flows out without consent and in a few seconds, the quick rise and fall of his chest dies.