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Here's the second chapter

"Hey! You guys can't take us in!" I hollered. Lissa next to me winced. We were in a police car and I was being as annoying as possible. If I was going down, I was gonna put up one hell of a fight.

The policeman whose name was apparently Matt turned around and frowned reproachfully at me. "Oh yes we can. We're policemen, we have that right."

I slumped down, defeated. Lissa, who'd been quiet thus far, spoke. "You can take us in, sure, but not without a justifiable cause." Yea! Go Liss!

He grinned. "Oh believe me. We have a justifiable reason." I seriously wanted to punch this dude. He was a creeper.

"Would you mind telling us that reason?" Lissa pressed. "We have a right to know, since we're being arrested and all that crap." I had a sinking feeling in my gut.

When Matt spoke, he confirmed my worst fear. "Are you or are you not Vasilisa Dragomir and Rosemarie Hathaway?" His question was met by a confirming silence.

I could literally feel Lissa's fear as she realized we weren't getting out of this. "Rose," She whispered. "What are we going to do?"

I squeezed her hand comfortingly. "Come on. What's the worst they can do? Ship us off to another foster family? We'll be free in no time." I wasn't exactly sure if I wanted to be free again, though. I kind of missed having someone look after me—well, try to at least.

Lissa frowned and she looked away, her blonde hair creating a veil between us. The car was completely silent.

Officer Matt led us inside and told us to sit anywhere. "I just have to make a few calls," He said, and disappeared. I glared after him.

True to his word, Matt was back in no time at all. "I've got it all set up." He said eagerly, looking to us for some kind of reaction. We just stared at him blankly.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked rudely. Lissa hit my arm reprovingly. I frowned and glared at Matt.

He seemed to deflate. Clearly he expected us to be at least sort of enthusiastic. Tough luck, buddy. "Your new foster home. She's a very nice woman named Janine." He said, as if, by some miracle, we could read his mind and know that, of course, our new mommy was named Janine.

I looked at him coldly. When I didn't like someone, I didn't hide it. "Janine what?"

He frowned. He was clearly not ready to answer that particular question. "Well, umm, she doesn't have one."

"She doesn't have one," Lissa repeated mechanically. We were both staring at him like he was stupid. He probably was.

He flushed and tried to backpedal. "No, I mean, she does—but she prefers to just remain Janine. That's her name in the system, too."

"So, our new 'family' is a woman called Janine No-Last-Name?" I clarified.

"Yes," He said, almost defensively. "I'm supposed to take you to the airport right now."

"Airport?" Lissa shrieked. For some reason, she'd always been terrified of flying. We'd been on a lot of planes on our travels to different families. She hated it. She would sit on the plane with her squeezed shut, either until we landed or until she drifted off to sleep.

"She's afraid of flying. Can't we drive?" I said plaintively.

"Um, no. We're in Portland. She lives in Florida. I refuse to drive that far and I'm sure you'd agree." He said.

I huffed. "Fine. But if she has a panic attack and dies, you're to blame."

"Isn't that a little overboard?" He asked. The douche was amused! Lissa glared at him.

"Not really. If I die, not only are you to blame, but you're going to pay for my funeral." She told him seriously. I knew she was kidding, but Matt clearly didn't. Lissa should be an actress, I swear.

Matt cleared his throat nervously. "I'm sure it won't come to that." He didn't sound sure, though. "We need to leave. Your flight's in an hour and a half.

"Alright girls, behave." Matt said firmly as the boarding call for our plane was called.

"I can't promise anything." I said, rolling my eyes. Was guy this for real? If he had done his research, he should know that I was why we were constantly getting kicked out of foster homes.

Matt frowned reproachfully at me. I gave him an angelic smile. "Can we board the plane now?" Lissa cut in impatiently.

I sighed dramatically. "Bye, Matt. Have a good life."

Matt nodded emotionlessly. He watched us enter the tunnel that led to the plane. I suppose he was going to stay there until our plane took off. I was surprised he didn't walk us to our seats.

Once we were seated and the plane was in the air, I leaned over and whispered to Lissa, "When this stupid plane lands and we get to Janine's house, I'll get us out. The second her attention is diverted from us okay?"

Lissa opened one eye and glanced at me. "I don't know. Maybe we should just stay for a week or two." She said quietly.

"You want to stay?" I shrieked. It was really loud. Needless to say, my neighbor glared at me, obviously pissed off. I smirked. I loved annoying people. Others were staring at me curiously. I gave them all a dazzling smile. Most of them returned their attention to the movie or whatever else they were doing. Lissa giggled nervously.

"Why do you want to stay?" I asked in a hurried whisper.

"Because I know that you miss having someone take care of you and I think we both miss having beds to ourselves." Lissa shrugged. "It just seems like a good idea. What could it hurt if we stay for a few weeks? Plus, they're going to be on the look-out for a while, most likely. They're not that stupid."

I considered her words. "All right," I said grudgingly. "We'll stay. But the first signs of trouble and we're outta there." I warned.

Lissa nodded serenely. "I wouldn't expect anything less." She leaned back in her sleep and drifted off to sleep. I followed her lead was also soon asleep.

Sooo, how was that chapter? I know it's very boring right now, but I promise it will get better. Just stick with me for a bit. Dimitri'll be in the story in about five chapters, hopefully.

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