4 years later, Taya POV.
"TAYA! Slow the hell down!"
Chantelle's voice rang long and clear, but I didn't care! I was having way to much fun!
"If you want me to slow down, you'll have to catch me first!" I called make to her, and I knew she had rolled her eyes in annoyance.
As I rounded the corner of the street, I heard something hit the floor. Chantelle's foot falls were no longer attempting to keep up with me. In fact, they had stopped completely. I suddenly stopped, turned around, and sprinted back.
"Erm... Chantelle?" I was hesitant.
"What?" Her voice was rushed and impatient.
"Why are you on the floor?"
She didn't answer for a moment, but she then glared and snapped, "Call a fucking ambulance!"
"Taya to see Chantelle..." My voice was suddenly calm, after all the panic yesterday had caused.
"Room No. 88..." The receptionist's voice was a monotone drone. I followed the numbers above the doors unroll I reached 88.
I slammed the door open, and yelled, "I'm here!" In a sing-song voice. That's when I realized that a doctor and another man were stood around Chantelle's bed. Chantelle was holding back her giggles as I began to skip towards her bed.
"Was that really necessary?" She asked, gaining control of herself.
"Well," I shrugged, "Depends on how you look at it... in my case, yes. Yes it was!"
I told her, matter-of-factly.
"Can I help you?" The blonde haired, pale skinned docter asked, turning to me.
"Nope, unless..." I trailed off noticing his gold eyes, "Awe, come on! Another vampire?"
My voice rose in irritation.
"Captain obvious, you are!" Chantelle sounded fed up.
"Well I'm sorry that I notice things..." I shrugged again, and looked at the two vampires who were staring at us, completely confused.
A/N: Don't expect quick updates like this all the time. This is just a one off thing. The next chapter should be up in a week or two, so keep your eyes peeled.
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