POV- Katie D.

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"Mother won't be pleased." Bella repeated for the fifth time.

"What mother doesn't know will be of no harm to her." Johnny murmured. "Percisly brother of mine. Isabella? Why exactly does dearest mother's opinion worry to you now? After 12 years of rebelious actions?" I questioned. I knew why she was worried. No matter how many times we'd done something the wrong way we'd always gotten the job done. The reasons our way of getting things done hadn't ever really disappointed/gotten mother extremly pissed was because a) we always cleaned any evidence of our presence (blood cleaned up, bodies disposed of, servallince videos destroyed, ect.) b) we never harmed any supernaturals (they would be all like 'my mate was harmed' then a war is started) c) we'd never get caught d) we always did what she wanted in the end.. No matter how long it took and or in what form it was accomplished in.

"Hmm.. your right! I can't believe I was actually concerning myself with another persons well being!
Oh. That's right! I forgot your not a person! Just a annoying little brat of a sister." Bella snarled.

"Whatever Isabella, if you don't like me than you must loathe yourself considering the fact that we are exactly the same.. Well no.. I'm much better! Silly me. Compairing myself to a thing such as-"

"Oh shut it already." Johnny moaned.

"Only because you begged." I hissed. He rolled his eyes, "Like you could take me on. Puh-lease Kate.
I mean the older the wiser. Right?" Now it was my turn to roll my eyes. What the hell does that matter? I'm the quickest, I'm the smartest, I am the awesomest! I thought cockily.

"Anyway! Johnny, get to cleaning. And I will not be assisting you with this one brot-"

"But dude! You killed the guy why do I have to clean up your mess?" He inturrupted me.

"Because you love me and if my memory serves me right, did I not scrap the blood of your victim off of the ceiling last week?" I asked smuggly. I get what I want 'cause I'm just an innocent little girl. Pfft. Innocence. It was something the three of us had lost the moment we could comprehend what was happening around us. No I'm exajerating a bit. Hell. Not by much though.. Isabella retained her innocence until the age of, what was it? Five years of age? No. Six. She wasn't exposed to the cruelty of the world until she was six years old. I say until six years of age considering the fact that Johnny and I were robbed of it the moment we could breathe. But that's besides the point. I shouldn't even be having these thougts. What? Johnny said something what was it?

"I apologize. What was it your were saying brother?" I said abruptly.

"I said Bella got a call from mother and Bella said she said she wants us home before sunrise." Johnny said cautiously as to not phrase the sentence wrong.

"Brother that was the most confusing as fuck sentence I've ever heard." I sighed. "But I catch your drift brother. Come." I turned and started walking toward the exit in this crummy builiding. I mean seriously! Would it kill you to paint the walls at least once a century? "Wait where's Bella?" I asked pausing in mid stride to glance around me. I'm slipping up. I didn't even notice her absence or her answering her cell. Damnit! I know I'm only 13 and all, but still mother trained us to be the best at this job in this country. Bella's right mother won't be pleased. THe only thing mother would never forgive would be if we forgot any of our training for even a moment. Just fucking great now because of me we're gonna have to do more disiplinary training. Just fucking perfect!

"She's getting the survallince videos." Johnny answered whilst looking at me warily. "You aren't sick right? Cause you've been out of it lately. And you do know what mother will do to us if you've forgoten even an ounce of our training, right?" He questioned.

"Are you trying to imply something ,John, brother dearest me?" I growled out. I walked up to him until I had him backed up against the wall. Back down, now Katie. Before you hurt him. I took a breath. "I'm sorry brother. But are you serious?" I backed up a few yards. "I'm a Supernatural. I can't get sick." And with that I walked out of the fowl smelling builiding, hopped onto my black ducati 848 reved the engine and started towards home. I know what your thinking. 'A 13 year old on a bike that big? Uh no.' Well like I said. I'm a Supernatural. I do what ever I want as long as I don't get caught. And I don't get caught. I was trained to be alert (with exceptional slips) which means I've been trained on how to get away on a high speed chase. Besides, I don't look like your average 13 yr. old. I look ageless. I am ageless. All three of us are ageless. It's in our genes.

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Songs for chapter:

P!nk- So what

Nickelback- How you remind me

Extra- Hot chelle rae- Tonight tonight