A/N: I'm Back! Hope you like this little filler chapter
George's POV
"Today's hunting day!" Paul calls glumly from the front door. God, I hate hunting day. Three guys going out into a forest to rip out the throats of innocent animals. Me and Paul were already thinking of becoming vegetarians before we were turned. That was impossible now. At least with John in the house the meat didn't go to waste. "Let's GO little indian boy!" John called. "Don't call him that. It's racist." Paul whispered even though I could hear him. "I can hear you even when you whisper. You're not the only vampire around this place" I came out of my room to see the bassist leaning against the doorframe and the werewolf standing outside said door. Paul looking sick to his stomach and John with a glint of hunger in his eyes. "Let's get going then." John said with the same hunger that was reflected in his eyes. Today being two days before the full moon makes him edgy, aggressive, and hungry, very very hungry. I dart past him and into the parking lot, Paul following close behind me and John dragging slightly behind him. "Catch me if you can Suckas'!" Paul yelled as he edged ahead of me. We all ended up in the Forest Reserve. "So who wants to go first?" I ask as Paul shoves his hands in the pockets of his tight blue jeans. "I would go first but" John paused "I can't uuum, do what you guys can do." John can't drink blood like me and Paul can so as a general rule we drank the blood, John ate the flesh. Recycling as we called it. "Let's jus' get it over with." Paul slipped into his scouse accent "Look a bunny! George be a lamb and catch it for me. I haven't had rabbit in months." John begged. Before I could even move Paul had not only grabbed the animal but had drained it and handed it over to John. He was a show off and would jump at any chance to either one up or impress John. "I believe he was talking to me, Paul." I cocked an eyebrow at him. "Ye' snooze ye' loose buddy." He grinned showing off his drippy red fangs. John was tearing the rabbits leg violently and I could tell Paul was watching him with slight disgust. We went through the normal routine. Catch, bite, tear limb from limb, then run home. Dear, God I hate this.
A/N:This isn't very teenage girl George but George's sassy attitude will appear more in the later chapters(written in my head) Rate, Review and PM, please.