"Really? Who would of thunk?" I said sarcastically leaning back into the plush seats, eyeing all of them. The Russian is kind of cute if you ignore the evil smirk and Santa on crack laugh. Not judging or anything, but seriously… Yet again Russian Santa began his crack laugh. The people who practically dragged me out into this God forsaken limo (Not that I'm complaining or anything, it's better than a trunk of a old Chevy car, now that was a nightmare.) had smirks on their faces too. I rolled my eyes and slumped further down.
I looked at the open car doors and suddenly they slammed closed. I jolted up looking around. Russian Santa began giggling like a little school girl.
"What the hell?" I snarled. And of course he began laughing harder. SHUT UP! I thought and the Russian Santa immediately went quiet.
"Ahh now that's better." I said relaxing again. Russian Santa did not look happy whatsoever, which only made me laugh.
"Oh what's wrong whittle Wussian Wanta? Witch got your tongue?" I snickered at him. He just sat there glaring at me. I smirked in return.
"My Lady, may I ask you a question?" They guy with the broken nose asked.
"You just did." I replied crossing my arms in front of my chest. Yet again he blushed, Russian Santa rolled his eyes
"May ask you another?" He said. He was a little angry that I was being a smart ass, I don't blame him, and I would be pissed if he replied to me like that. The only reason I did is because it's early in the fucking morning, I'm tired, I have school, it was funny, and it's early. EARLY, EARLY, EARLY, IN THE FUCKING MORNING!
"You just did, again." I pointed out. He sighed impatiently.
"Gah! Fine what the hell is it?" I growled. He looked hesitantly at me.
"Well?" I pushed on
"If you have such great power, why didn't you just use it on us in the beginning instead of getting hurt, knocked out, and put in the limo, which you obviously don't want to be in?" Broken Nose said
"It was fun." I said with a shrug. He looked at me like I was stupid. Suddenly Russian Vampire stuck me with a needle in the arm.
"What the Fuck?!" I screamed, I began to chant but I grew tired. Like reeealllly tired.
"Why, what ?- Wy did- hmph.." I grumbled, falling down on the seat.
"Can't have you escaping can we?" Russian Santa said somehow he got his ability to talk.
"Fucker." I mumbled
"See what I mean? Smart mouth called me a pussy!" Said Broken Nose
"Oh shut it Ronald." Said Russian Santa. What vampire is named Ronald? What happened to Vladmir or Christophe, or something fancy like that
"You hag a funky naaaame poopy head." I giggled. What the hell did he shoot me up with… Asss.