YES! I could finally float! Victory for me!
"ECHO!" Tiffany yelled. Then she stopped in her tracks. "YOU CAN FLOAT!?".
"SHUSH!" I yelled at her. I need to concentrate. Then I landed with a thud.
"Thanks." I said sarcastically.
"No problem." she grinned. I grabbed her hand.
"Come on we gotta get going!" I said running her, closely behind me.
"Where to?" she asked.
"A ONE DIRECTION CONCERT!" I yelled happily. She rolled her eyes at me.
"Why?" she asked.
"They're our new targets." I smiled. I hate being young forever, but I love biting people. Just ask Tiffany, she'll tell you all about my obsession.
"Oh...I knew that." she said. I laughed. Oh Tiffany, she has blonde moments...a lot. I unlocked our awesome Jeep, and hopped into the driver's seat. Tiffany got shot gun. What? Just because she's older than me doesn't mean she's a better driver than me.
*10 minutes later*
We pulled up into a parking spot near the Concert Hall aka the place where One Direction is playing their "over-produced, dumb, bubblegum pop music".
Tiffany and I hopped out of the car. I locked the car, and went over to Tiffany.
"You ready for the stupidest yet awesomest concert ever!?" I asked excitedly. She rolled her eyes at me.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." she said. I giggled, well not giggled, but more like this chuckle type thing. "You got the backstage passes?".
"Yeah. I got the backstage passes." I said, mimicking her tone. She glared at me. I embraced her in a hug. "I love you too, Tiffany!". I let go of her, and we walked into the building.
"IT'S SO LOUD!" Tiffany screamed over the screams of fangirls. Ah, typical fangirls. They're so entertaining. We walked to our seats. Then the lights went out.
"HELLO CHICAGO!" a boy with curly brown hair said running out onto the stage.
Styles. Harry Styles.
One of our next targets.
*A concert later*
We were walking backstage.
"We're here." Tiffany said.
"Yup." I said licking my lips. I can taste the blood now.
"Don't attack any of them yet." she said sternly.
"Yes mother." I said, and rolled my eyes. We walked into the room to find them. One Direction. Typical boybands. Louis came up to me.
"Hi!" he said excitedly. I jumped at him enthusiasm. All I did was smile. He smiled back. Then I looked over at Harry. He was talking with Tiffany. Then I felt a pain in my stomach, like someone was stabbing me. Tiffany looked at me worried. She knew what was going on. I have the sudden urge to feed, and Tiffany could tell. She walked over to me.
"What do I do?" I asked quietly in a panicked voice. Then I could feel my eyes change color to red. Louis saw what was happening. Shoot.
"Hey, are you alright, love?" he asked me. I nodded. Then I pulled Tiffany over to a place more private.
"I'm hungry." I complained to her.
"Well, if you're hungry, I'll show you. . ." she whispered.
