*~*Chapter Eight*~*
A.N. Hi so there's two povs in this one! Whoooh! Fun times, I was a tad tipsy while writing this.
Have fun XD
Microspider
Nova POV
Screw her I'm not buying her any Canadian bacon, fucking whore. Eris was being a little bitch and little bitches don't get bacon, no kind of bitch gets bacon. Not fucking buying her any.
Who needs bacon anyway! 7 moose and a strange duck thing, that was my dinner! Who needs fucking bacon? I don't... Okay yes I do, bacon is my go to sadness food and I need a fuck ton of it right now.
Just go for some pig's blood, mmmm nutritious...
I'm going to punch you in the fucking vagina.
Good luck with that, it's going to take a while for you to get back from Canada to do so.
Oh fuck off! Go find Bella with your stinking dog boyfriend!
Well at least my 'stinking dog boyfriend' is actually reachable, unlike your bloodsucking pasty pebble.
I kicked a tree. Or I launched myself at a tree and cracked it clean in half so that it fell over onto a squirrel. Usually I'd feel bad for some shit like that but to be honest I really don't give two fucks, probably just saved it from being roadkill.
Anyway, I'm not in Canada to feel bad for squirrels or to hold myself a pitty party. No, I have an ulterior motive, it's something Jasper had been helping me look into with the assistance of his 'friend', J Jenks. Jazz Pants seemed to scare the lawyer shitless and was very quick to persuade in helping us with our quest to seek out my origins.
After a few months and quite a lot of digging into hospital records and other legal things that I wasn't very familiar with, we found a few names, but there was only one that I had been searching for.
Harriett Stradlin.
Eris POV
I tried. Honestly, I tried so hard. So fucking hard. It was untameable and I seriously wanted to shave it all off. My 'sex' hair was wild and I wasn't even able to shove a hat on that shit, so I ended up putting it into two puffy ponytails.
Wow, that was so interesting.
I know! My everyday struggles, how do I cope?
Sex, and lots of it.
Hahahaha, you're going to be so not screwed on that front for a while.
Fuck off!
After I finished sorting myself out, I found Danny sat next to the front door with Oreo crumbs all down her front and brown smears around her mouth, her eyes we're wide and one was twitching due to sugar rush.
She flicked her gaze up at me, reminding me off the squirrel from Ice Age, "What? Where are you going? Where's the sexy man?" She rambled, staring at me with her mildly crazed eyes.
The doorbell went before I could answer her. I flung open the door and smirked, "I think I found the sexy man," I told Danny, grabbing one of her chocolate covered hands and yanking her up from the floor; bad mistake on my part because she decided to just stare at Paul with her twitchy eye.
Paul raised his eyebrow when he saw Danny and looked at me for an explanation, "Sugar rush," I said simply before grabbing Danny's sneakers and lifting her over my shoulder, causing her to squeal in shock, "Shut the door for me would you?"
He let out a small chuckle before closing the door and leading the pair of us to a deep blue truck that contained Sam and Jared; wow, they got here fast, or maybe I took too long on my hair...
Jared opened the door from the passenger side, a large grin on his face, "Hey Eris," he wiggled his eyebrows at me mock suggestively, "Have fun earlier?" He asked me, only to receive a deep growl from Paul who took Danny from me and passed her to Jared who buckled her in between Sam and himself in the cab.
"It would have been more fun if my maker's adoptive sister didn't get lost in the fucking woods, but sure, it was fun," I replied to the disgustingly chirpy werewolf, while I climbed into the bed of the truck with the assistance of Paul.
Actually Paul's just squeezing my ass while I try to pull myself into the bed.
Ain't he a peach.
Ima bite his ass like a peach.
"Paul..." Sam warned his pack mate, making Paul huff and hoist me into the bed of the truck with ease before jumping into it himself.
I shoved Danny's shoes through the divider, accidentally getting her in the back of the head, "That wasn't friendly!" She complained, rubbing her head with one hand and putting a shoe on with the other.
Paul pulled me into his lap and tightly secured his arms around me, making sure that I was going to be safe and not rolling around in the bed while Danny had the luxury of a seat belt and being sandwiched between two large warm men.
Quit your bitching!
Quit your ditching!
Sam was grumbling under his breath, obviously not pleased with the current situation but was just taking everything with a pinch of salt, "Okay, let's find Bella," he said conclusively, turning on the truck and rolling away from the little home.
