A/N:: Yea, I'm a super bitch for keeping you guys on hold for this chapter. I feel really fucking sorry. And I must say I have no excuses as to why I didn't update sooner. It was not writers block. It was not a family emergency. It is called 'being lazy'. Bitch at me all you want peeps. Lol.
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Chapter 10 :: Vampire
Nessie's POV::
After I got all of the info I wanted from Jacob, he dropped me off at my house. As I walked in the house, I was pleased to find that my 'rental units were gone. I smiled. This was going to be easier than I thought it would be. I made my way up to my room and started to get things ready for what was to come. I took out one of my many 'Track Cell Phones' and texted this 'Claire Santana'.
Yo, bitch. I know were the fuck you live! You better to pray to whatever god or goddess you believe in, b-cuz you are going to fucking need it. Say your Hail Maries, cuz I'mma bout to beat your ass to a PULP! ~R
Almost instantly, I got a reply.
Who the fuck is this? Leah, if this is u, u better stop it. I no its u. ~C
I laughed and replied.
No. This is not 'leah'. This is Revenge. And it's gonna be a bitch. ~R
After the last ext was sent, I did not wait for her reply. I quickly took the cheap track phone and smashed it. I just needed to get ready.
I searched in all of my dresser draws to find my brass knuckles. Don't you think that's a little bit too mean?
No.
Well I think it is.
Well I don't.
Well I do. Plus, she could sue your family. Those things are illegal.
Gah! Why must you be so right?
I am your conscience, Renesmee. Remember?
Yea, I remember. I just wasn't looking forward to you showing up tonight.
Well I did. Put the brass knuckles down and do not use them tonight.
Ugh! Fine!
I put the brass knuckles away in my panty draw and backed away.
I guess I was just going to use my fists. That's cool with me.
~Back in Blood~
Vampire is out to play. Vampire is on the run. How good can it feel? How good can it taste? How good is it to know….how good…..it is? THE VAMPIRE STRIKES BACK!
I turned down my music as I pulled up to a trashy blue trailer. Trailer Trash. Oh, fun.
I opened the door of the driver's seat in my Dad's Lamborghini and walked to the trashy trailer. I knocked on the door and waited for about five minutes until a 10 year old boy with a Mohawk opened the door.
"Who are you?"
"Um is Claire here?" I asked, ignoring his question.
"Oh, yeah, I'll go get her." He mumbled and ran back into the trailer.
I waited another five more minutes, until what looked to be Claire Santana walked out side.
She crossed her arms and said "Yu sent me that text, didn't you?" I nodded.
"Well go ahead. Beat me up. I don't care. Kill me. My family wouldn't care." I don't know what came over me, but I instantly wanted to grab Claire and pull her in my arms and take her away from this horrid place.
"I-I'm not gonna kill you—"
"That's not what your text sounded like." She huffed.
"Look, I'm just going to leave. I shouldn't have come here." I started to walk away.
"Hey! Look I'm sorry I 'played' with your man. Could we just put this behind us and be friends. I really am sorry!" She pleaded with me.
I turned around and looked at her. I truly did feel sorry. Maybe we could be friends. Maybe, just maybe we could put this behind us and become friends.
I nodded.
But only for pity.
A/N::
Yea it's short. I'm sorry. But at least it's here. Lol. (:
~Nikki "I have Fingers".