Chapter 11
No more lazy mornings
Hakuna matatta...it means no worries, for the rest of your days :) ...
Thierry was walking down the hallway, banging a metal spoon on the back off a pot.
All he could hear was groans and the occasional death threat or two.
The beauty of living under the same roof as eighteen other vampires, shapeshifters and witches.
Keller's eyes snapped open. She slowly got out from her bed. The vang of the pots was ringing in her ears.
she jogged over and opened her door. she stepped back and waited.
And waited.
Thierry was just about to reach her door when she started sprinting.
She dived accurately and crashed into Thierry, tackling him into a wall. The pots fell from his hands and rolled down the stairs, stopping at Hannah's feet.
She shook her head and giggled.
Keller must have got him, she thought.
For some reason, Rashel's ears were reacting highly to the noises Thierry was making.
Like a reaction a panther might have, she thought.
How strange...
Thierry finally got everyone out of bed, dragging David, and sent them downstairs. He had an announcement to make.
Everyone was sitting on the couch, most holding onto cusions. Which wasn't good for Thierry.
He was standing in front of them as they all crowded onto surrounding sofa's in the second loungeroom.
He was rubbing his palms on his sides and waiting anxiously for them to all stop talking.
He cleared his throat. "Um, I have an announcement to make." He said out loud. Everyone was watching him.
"I finally came up with a way to keep you out of the house. You might not like it."
He checked for everyone's reaction. They were impatient, most of all.
"You'll be going to a place called: Lakeview Preparational College, Chicago, Illinois." He spat out quickly and held his hands over his head, waiting for the cusions to hit home.
But they didn't.
So he removed his hands, "Well, I must say, I'm-"
Now the cusions were flying. One hiiting him in the side of the head, one hitting his leg, one hitting his mouth, which shut him up, two on his left arm, and one on his chest.
"Not surprised." He finished, the exact opposite of his initial thought.
"Preparational College!" James exclaimed.
"Well, yeah." thierry shrugged.
Another cusion hit him in the face.
He just stood still, looking at them like they should be ashamed.
But nope. No shame.
"School!" Blaise squealed. She looked totally and utterly disguted at the very mention of the word.
"Thierry, this is the last straw, I'm going to kill you." Morgead was about to stand up and probably stay true to his word, but Jez grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him down.
"WAIT. I'm not finished yet." Thierry raised his hands to shut them up. "It's an over-night thing." He said.
Everyone looked confused. "What do you mean?" Ash asked cluelessly.
"I mean, you live there unless your on holidays, or, you have the bubonic plague." Thierry winced.
Everyone pounced from their chairs and chased Thierry up the stairs and to his room.
When he got to his door he held up his hand before the stampede trampled him.
They all stopped, Morgead at the front.
"Wait." Thierry said, sounding like he had something important to say.
Everyone did as he said.
"I'm stalling." He spat and quickly dived into his room and locked the door behind him.
The others were punching and kicking at the door.
"Ok." He said to himself. "I'll just chill here for a few hours."
Thierry came back down at dinner. Twelve hours later.
Everyone was at the dinner table waiting for Gillian and Thea to bring the spaghetti bolanaise in.
It was a silent dinner. Every now and then. Thierry would catch people staring at him from their dinner plates.
"I left out one more thing." Thierry said.
Everyone froze, except Hannah, who already knew and accepted everything.
"Um, your term starts next week, so you better start packing." He said and looked down at his food, pretending to be interested in it, whilist everyone began complaining.
"You know I'm sitting right next to you." Airiana warned.
"Yeah, so." Thierry shrugged.
"So, I am capable of stabbing you in the eye with a fork." She said dangerously.
"Yeah, but your better than that." Thierry said, not looking up from his food.
"Am I." She cocked her to the side to look at him.
He looked at her. "I hope so." He laughed.
Airiana smiled and turned away.
The next morning, Tuesday, Thierry went into everyone's room and began waking them up.
He reached Kestrel's room.
"Come on, get up." He cooed. "No more lazy morning's, it won't be like that at Black Diamond."
"Oh, that's too bad." Kestrel mumbled from the pillow her face was plastered in.
"COme on, you need to start organizing your things, what are you taking to Black diamond, what aren't you taking to Lakeview..." Thierry trailed off. "Term starts in six days."
"Get out." Kestrel moaned.
"Wake up."
"GET OUT!" Kestrel shouted. She lifted her head from the pillow. Her hair was frizzy and untamed, her skin was pale, her lips were cracking, her eyes were crazy, and her make-up from the day before was smudged.
Thierry jumped back. "Ok, Ok." He said whilist retreating to the door.
Everyone was awake but skipped breakfast.
They all had to begin packing.
No thanks to Thierry.
And his untimely ideas.
And his short notice.
The only protection he had was Hannah.
A human.
As soon as she turned her back...
He'd be eaten alive.
Literally.
By Keller.
Three days later...
Airiana was paving through her music room.
Thierry walked in, "What's the problem, Airiana?" he asked.
"I can't decide which guitars to take. Two electric and Three acoustic. Or Two acoustic and Three electric." Airiana sounded genuinely confused.
"Just take one guitar." Thierry sighed.
"Which one!" Airiana exclaimed, furrowing her brow and began pacing again.
"I don't know, I don't particullarly care, just take one." Thierry said and walked out.
...Airiana grabbed two. The acoustic guitars. One with her own name on it. One with Lexi's name on it.
Airiana also took some of her music tribute frames, Michael Jackson, Taylor Swift, Missy Higgins, Christiana Perri and Avril Lavinge.
She went up to her room, packed 14 shirts and singlets, 5 pairs of tights, 5 pairs of jeans, 6 pairs of shorts, 2 pairs of 3/4 jeans, and other accesories...
she got her lakers jersey, her signed basketball, her gridiron helmet and signed football, and her baseball bat and signed baseball.
She got her photos of Lexi, Wynter and herself.
She got her photos of Sam, Jeremy and herself.
She just got all her photos.
Blaise was running around from closet to close, trying to squash everything in her suitcase.
"Ooh and my gucci boots too. And my vesace bag, and my dolce & gabbanna jacket." Blaise gasped, hurling random items into her over-filled suitcase.
"No, no , no. Blaise. You can't take all this stuff. Your not moving there." Thea sighed, rubbing her arm.
"Fine!" Blaise exclaimed and did took one shirt out. "Better."
"Blaise." Thea put her hands on her hips.
Airiana walked up the abandoned steps of the basement and kneeled in front of a box.
She reached in and pulled a frame out.
Triston.
They were at a beach.
He was giving her a piggy-back ride.
He was wearing one of those groovy small straw hats. Like the one Bruno Mars wears.
He had creamy brown skin and one diamond-studded earring was pierced in his left ear.
He had golden orange sunset eyes and black hair.
He was smiling and glancing up at Airiana whom was smiling/laughing and had her arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders. Her metallic purple eyes shining in the sunlight.
A tear fell down onto the picture and slashed over their faces.
Airiana tossed it back in the box and left the attic. Only glancing back once.
Keller was hiding behind a potted plant as Airiana walked out of the basement.
Keller creeped around to the basement door and stopped.
Wait, there's nothing in the basement.
She opened the door and shifted in.
There was a cardboard box positioned in the middle of the room.
keller kneeled down in front of it.
She pushed the folds of the box back and peered inside.
As soon as she did, light came from a small window above her and shone down onto a photo.
It was a very attractive guy and Airiana on a beach.
there was a fresh wet-spot blotched over their faces.
Keller cleared it with her thumb.
Airiana's planning to leave it here, she thought. I'll go to Jez with it first.
She tightened her grip on the photo and used her knees to prop herself up and headed for Jez's room.
"Hello Jezebel." She sung at Jez's door.
"Hey there Raksha." She replied.
"Stuff you." Keller smirked.
Jez smiled deviously.
"Anyways," Keller layed across Jez's bed next to Jez's suitcase, "I found this down in the basement."
Jez grabbed the photo off Keller and inspected it.
She turned it over and, on the back, scribbled in black pen was: Me and Triston.
"What do you make of it?" Keller asked.
"It's her soulmate...but there not together anymore, obviously. Why was it in the basement?" Jez asked, frowning and looking up at Keller.
Jez was kneeling down beside her bed, grasping the photo.
"Ok, i'll take care of it." Jez said, her eyes watching Keller leave the room.
She pulled the photo to her chest.
She was going to leave the photo here, she thought.
Airiana heard a knock at her door, then footsteps running.
She went to open the door.
There was no one there.
She looked down and saw the photo of her and Triston.
She sighed and rooled her eyes.
She picked it up and shoved it in her suitcase.
Jez peered aroung the corner and saw that the photo was gone.
Jez thrust her arms by her arms in triumph.