Over Again (Sequel to WYIC)

11) The Message

~Fang's POV~

"Where're you going?" I frown at Frill as she starts to leave the house with Ayana.

"We've for to restock the cupboards, Alec and Sonyeh emptied it all. Do you need anything?"

"Ice cream?" I give her a pleading look. "Lots? It's gonna have to last." Stupid Mother Nature.

"I see," she nods, understanding my hinting. "Well, you two behave. Alec and Sonyeh are out at the wall making sure no lazy bums are strangling."

"We're not kids," I scoff. When're they gonna be back?"

"Sonyeh's helping Mr. Finch in ten minutes, so Alec should be here too."

"Looking forward to it," I mutter sarcastically, rolling my eyes at Vincent. He just stares at me blankly. Stupid Head.

"Bye," Ayana calls, waving as her grandma drags her out the door.

"So Vince," I look at the ebony haired man that's standing across the room from me. "Couple of rules for this week. One: Don't touch me. Two: Don't take my ice cream. Three: If I say I have to pee, I'm probably lying, but don't question it." Vincent furrows his eyebrows, obviously having no clue why I'm putting up boundaries.

"Why only this..."

"Just do it," I snap. He shrugs and looks around aimlessly. We sit around in silence while I crush my pillow against my stomach. Then the rainbow and butterfly of heaven enters the room.

"Hey Fang! Aw, what's wrong?" He smirks. "That time of month again?"

"Don't make me kill you," I glare at him. He chuckles and looks at Vincent.

"She give you a weird set of rules?" Vincent nods. "Know what they're for?" He shake shia head. "Well.."

"Don't you dare," I kick Alec hard in the leg. "You shouldn't even be this educated on this crap. You're not a woman."

"So?"

"I hate you," I huff, rolling over to try and escape my stupid cramps. Suddenly, Vincent seems to understand because his eyes widen just a tiny bit and his cheeks grow a shade of red that nearly matches his cape. Alec notices too.

"Get it now?" Vincent merely gives me a quick glance before nodding once and looking out the window.

"I hate you all," I grumble, rolling again. "Let me wallow in peace."

"Wallow?" Alec chuckles. "You're weird."

"I'm in misery."

"Poor you."

"Kill me now."

"But I like you too much."

"Vincent! Shoot me!" I whine loudly. He ignores me like the butthead he is.

"Hey, we should go do something," Alec says, boredly flicking my foot.

"We shouldn't."

"Yes we should. Vince will help me drag you out if he has too, right buddy?" Vincent gives him an amused look before smirking at me.

"Perhaps."

"Don't make me poke you with my stick."

"Don't make me poke you with my gun."

"I feel like we've said this before."

"It was one of the first conversations we had," his voice flattens, something sad flickering behind his eyes.