Hey! This is my first fiction so I'm a little scared, don't judge!
Title: Help Her
Author: Falling Dying Princess
Summary: I hate that girl, that stupid girl who caused, my friends to fall. Never did I imagine that it would be a human's fault for their death, never did I think that they would ever even die. But every year I've wondered, just thought, if I could get my revenge I would. But now I know I can, and that little girl won't be around much longer.
Pictures of some characters and clothing have been posted on my profile...
Willow DiMae's POV
"Bye Mom!" Renesme calls, running towards the bus.
Bella is standing with slightly messy hair, staring out at her daughter who almost trips over her own feet to get outside. The little girl runs right past me and she doesn't even notice.
I watch the child stumble onto the bus as it pulls away, Bella shuts the door and walks back inside.
"Willow," Gavin mutters, I look at him, Lace and Hunter, we're going to get revenge, I swear.
"What?" I growl, remembering the death of Wind and Chase, our two best friends. It was Victoria who brought us all to life, and together, no one thought there were survivors, they were wrong.
"What are we doing next?" he asks, I feel bad for giving him tone.
"Buying that house across the street," I say, and Lace gives me a funny look.
"But it's not even on sale," she comments, and I give her a small smile.
"Then let's make it," I respond, Hunter smirks but Lace still looks nervous.
"How are we gonna do it without making it look bad? Couldn't we just get that one right there, that is on the market?" she murmurs.
"No, I like that one better, are you with us or not Lacey?" I say, I like Lace, she's probably the best friend I've ever had, but she's so soft.
"So what's our cover?" Hunter asks, I think for a second.
"Room Mates?" Lace suggests, with a small smile.
"Sure," I mutter and walk up to the porch of the door, knocking lightly on the thick wooden door, getting Lace to follow.
A woman opens the door, she seems older, maybe around fifty...
"Sorry about this," I say before cracking her neck.