Here is the first chapter of the new book series 'Punk'd'. Not all ideas are mine, but most of them are. I hope you enjoy, and I will let you know now that chapters will be around 3,000 words long. This was just an introductory. I DI NOT OWN ANY VAMPIRE ACADEMY REFERENCES.
Court, The one word left a bitter taste in my mouth. Ever since I got arrested of the murder for late Queen Tatiana Ivashkov – Queen of the Moroi and Dhampir world – and got shot because of it, people had been treading lightly around me. For instance, when I would walk into a café or just a normal shop, everyone's chatter dies down as they watch me walk around. Sometimes I see the looks of adoration in Guardian's and younger dhampirs eyes, but some royals still believed I kill her. Bastards. I was dressed in the typical Guardian uniform: black slacks and a white blouse. Classy yet deadly.
"Rose!" Lissa, and the new Queen of the Moroi and Dhampir world, yelled out to me. I turned around just as she sprung herself into my arms.
"Lissa!" I yelled with the same enthusiasm, causing her to roll her eyes at me.
"We need to plan another shopping trip" I had to say: her excitement was contagious.
"Okay, but I'm working right now, so…" I gestured around me, making her look around too. Her eyes widened before she yelled.
"Oh, right! Sorry" the last part she whispered, just in case anyone had heard her scream out. It wasn't very 'Queen-ly' of her. She waved goodbye as she went to go somewhere: probably to find Sparky and boink his brains out. I shuddered at the thought.
A few minutes later, I heard the distinct sounds of roaring laughter coming from one of the Guardian Ward Panels (GWP for short). Curiosity got the better of me as I sneaked around to the side, making sure not to make any sudden movements. Soon, I was sneaking up behind the four men just as another round of laughter hit them.
"Holy Jesus! Ashton is so funny" one of them giggled. Hearing a grown man giggle had chuckle myself. Lucky for me, no one heard.
"Oh, oh, oh!" they all laughed together again. Rolling my eyes, I placed my hand on the closest ones shoulder. The screamed a real girly scream before placing his hand over his heart.
"Jesus Hathaway! I scared the shit out of me" he exclaimed. The other three looked at me with shocked expressions.
"Shouldn't you be getting to work?" I asked, slightly amused that I had scared four grown men to death and back.
"Shouldn't you be on patrol?" one taunted back. He had black hair and brown eyes with the pinkest skin you could ever find. He wasn't has buff as Dimitri, but he wasn't lanky either.
"Shouldn't you be looking out for Strogoi?" I asked back, making him look down sheepishly. I added a "Yeah, that's what I thought" before turning to the other three.
"What were you watching?" I questioned, taking a seat in one of the chairs with wheels. They were uncomfortable, but bearable.
"Only the best show on earth" the one I had scared replied like I was the most stupid person in the world. I may have been, but no one could prove it.
"Explain"
"Okay, so this guy – Ashton Kutcher – hosts this show called 'Punk'd' and he pranks all these celebrities every week. But they let him go, so now all these new host come in every week and punk their friends" he explained, a huge grin forming of his chiselled jaw. He looked around 23 with small auburn scruff forming on his un-shaven jawline. He had muscle, and was pretty damned intimidating.
"I see" I really didn't. The one with black hair could see past my lie, so he placed a DVD in the player, before the screen went black. Two hours and a hell of a lot of laughs later, I was on the floor laughing with the boys, practically crying.
"How did I not hear of this sooner?" I questioned myself. Liam, the guy with black hair, helped me off the ground. I was still laughing when I dusted myself down.
"Can you keep a secret, Hathaway?" Jordan, a guy with pasty skin, blonde hair and grey eyes asked.
"I'm the chamber of secrets, Jones" Jordan's last name was Jones. The boys shared a look before nodding. The fixed their eyes on me as I struggled under their glare.
"We were thinking of making our own 'Punk'd' show, except 'Court style'. But, we don't have a host…" they let the sentence hand in the air. I already knew where this was going, so I let a carefree smile take over my features.
"You want me to be the host" that one statement had the boys nodding their heads like those bobble-head toys you got from carnivals.
"Sure, but this is what we need to do" We went into conversation about who we would punk, what we could do, where we do it, and when. Three hours later, we had a whole list of people and things we could do to them.
"We could go outside Court for that one" Adam, the guy with scruff on his jaw, suggested. I stared at him wide-eyed. Ever since the whole situation when Jill died, Strigoi had been sending threats and letters to make us scared. Pfft: idiots.
"We're trying to have a fun time, Adam, not kill them" Brandon, a twenty year old with black hair and tanned skin, affirmed. I agreed with him on that. I felt a vibration in my back pocket, indicating I had a new text.
Where are you? I miss you x –D
I smiled at Dimitri's text. Since I got shot, he'd been extra careful with me, and want me to get home so he could care for me. He was a huge sap sometimes.
"I gotta go, but when do you think we should start?" I asked, already walking out the door. It had started getting light again, indicating it was getting late. I still wasn't used to the nocturnal sleeping arrangements, though.
"As soon as we get the cameras and extras for the take. We'll text you when we're ready" I waved to them as I ran across Court, already knowing my shift ended ages ago.
"Honey, I'm home" I giggled, walking through the en-suite doors. In an instant, Dimitri had me wrapped up in his arms as he twirled me around.
"I missed you" he breathed, just as his lips made contact with my own. Just like all those many times before, I felt the electric current run through us. It felt so right.
A week later, I got a text from Adam saying 'got everything. we're ready when you are, boss'. I sent a quick reply back, already knowing who my first target would be.
Tomorrow. 9:30 pm. My friend should be over an hour later: that leaves enough time for you to set up the cameras and bring in the extras – R
Dimitri's body moved against mine through the sheets. Placing the phone down, I turned around and met chocolate brown eyes.
"What are you doing up?" I yawned, but I couldn't get the huge grin off my face.
"I could ask you the same question" he crashed his lips to mine, not caring about morning breath. I can't wait for tomorrow…
There you go folks. Who do you think will be Punk'd first? And what do you think will happen to them? Remember to COMMENT COMMENT COMMENT :D I love to read reviews, and I read every single one of them. I DO NOT OWN PUNK'D.
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