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OMG! I'm so sorry! I know; I haven't updated in forever! OMG! DELENA! WHOOP! I'm so freaking excited about the season finale! And Anna's back! Season three is going to be amazing! Anywho, here's chapter twelve. I'll try to not make it too short but I only have so much time to write this in study hall so… yeah.

The Story of Lilith Pierce
Chapter Twelve: A Totally Not Awkward Moment between Two Twin Sisters AKA I'm Gonna Go Get Some Popcorn

Previously:

Within a minute or two, we had pulled up to an old church. We carried mom to an old tomb and I sat against a stone wall as we waited for her to wake up. She was awake even before I could get into a comfortable position and I stayed hidden. "Anything you want to say Lil?" dad asked me, giving me the signal to rise. I can't wait to tell Ziela about this, I thought.

I stood and said two words. "Good riddance."

Lilith's Point Of View

Dad pulled up to the house and I ran inside and up the stairs. I froze at the door of the pink, sparkly, girly hell that Z called her room. The moment I stepped inside, I regretted it.

I longed for the jet black and blood red room at dad's place, far away from this torture I was going through now. In order to escape said torture quickly, I opened the sliding door to Ziela's closet and grabbed her lime green bag. I started shoving into it, two pairs of jeans, three pink t-shirts, her favorite jean jacket, a few pairs of underwear, socks, and then a lime green t-shirt that brought out the slight hazel in Z's eyes.

Before I went back downstairs and got back into dad's car, I went into my room to change out of my now slightly wrinkled dress. I pulled on a pair of white jeans and an ice blue long sleeve that was a little darker than my eyes. My white jean jacket and a pair of blue tennis shoes followed. I went to grab the iPod I was so used to having on my desk before realizing that I had lost it before the move.

For the first time ever, I wanted to blast the Daughtry music that Anna had forced me to put on there. Sure, all the music was still on my laptop, but I can't take my laptop everywhere like I can with an iPod.

Ziela's bag in hand, I ran down stairs and jumped into the back seat. "Let's go get Z." I muttered quietly. Dad nodded to show that he had been paying attention and stepped on the gas pedal. I jumped out of the car when we got back to the Lockwood mansion and Ziela ran outside to meet me halfway to the door.

"Oh my gosh, Lili!" Ziela was panicking so much that I didn't even bother to tell her to stop calling me that. "Matt tried to start a fight with Tyler and Caroline ended up stopping it, but another girl, I can't remember her name, stabbed him with a letter opener and he just pushed her away and- and- and-" Z was gasping.

"What happened, Zie?" (A/N pronounced like die.) No matter how much she hated that nickname, she kept panicking.

"Well, that girl, the one that stabbed Tyler, she fell into a desk, and there was blood everywhere. They cleaned up most of it but she," Ziela paused. "She died Lili." I gasped. "And then something happened with Tyler's eyes. They turned yellow. I said I needed some fresh air because of the blood, which I did even though we hunted today, and as I was coming out here, you got here. Where's mom? I thought I saw her earlier?"

"Um," I hesitated. Dad honked the horn. "I'll tell you when we get to dad's."

"Why can't you tell me now? And why am I going to dad's with you?"

"I said I'd tell you when we got there." My voice was clipped, like mom's was when she got mad at me for telling her something she didn't want to hear. Z shrunk back. "I'm sorry," I added quietly. Dad honked again. "We'd better get going." I turned toward the car and Ziela followed. She knew that, at some extent, she wouldn't be seeing mom again for a while, so I decided to lighten her spirits. "First one there gets shotgun!" I yelled, laughing. Ziela fell behind quickly in her dress and boots while I was at the car in seconds in my jeans and tennis shoes. "I win!" I called to her. We laughed and I got in the back of the car with the bags.

Ziela raised an eyebrow at the action. "I had shotgun on a six hour trip to Georgia last weekend." I explained.

"Speaking of," dad cut in. "Ziela, who is your favorite band or singer-slash-performer?"

"Oh no," I groaned.

"Justin Bieber!" The only things that got Ziela excited other than boys were makeup and Justin Bieber, who, in my opinion, was more of a Justine than a Justin.

"Please say we're not going to drive all the way to the next concert?" I begged.

"Depends on where the concert is."

Ziela cut in before I could answer. "He's in Maryland tomorrow, and in West Virginia the night after that!"

"We'll drive to Maryland tomorrow after lunch then."

I groaned. "Really? I mean," I paused, thinking of a nicer way to say it. "Really?"

"Yes, really," Dad raised an eyebrow. "Do you not like Justin Bieber?"

"He's the only thing worse than Daughtry." Then I remembered how I'd felt earlier that night. "Well, I guess Daughtry's okay." I didn't pay attention until we were at the boarding house and Ziela was yelling at me. "What?" I asked, still half out of it.

"I said. You can only stand Daughtry because they were Anna's favorite band."

"So?" I half-asked, half-snapped. "What does it matter? She's dead. And as far as we know, that's not gonna change anytime soon." I grabbed my bag from the seat next to me and got out of the car. "I'm going upstairs," I announced before slamming the car door.

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I'm just saying that I typed this much in half a period of study hall and I'm really proud of getting this far. I only have 30 seconds left of school! Whoop! *sarcastically* yay Mondays.

I opened the door to my room the moment I got there and flopped down on my bed. Why did Ziela have to ruin everything? All I wanted was another quiet weekend with the dad I'd only known for a week, but no, we have to take Ziela to see the lamest singer ever, meaning I probably wouldn't see Jeremy until next weekend! I paused. No. I would see Jeremy on Sunday, if we got back in time to get a good night's sleep. If we didn't, I would probably sleep in and end up seeing him Monday, maybe. Note to self: I thought. Ask dad when I start school.

There was a knock on my bedroom door. I froze and waited to see who it was. "Lilith?" It was Uncle Stefan. "What are you doing in there? I ordered pizza!" I stayed silent for a few more seconds.

"What kind of pizza?" I'm vegetarian; I have to ask these things.

"Meat lovers," I tried to not gag. "Pepperoni, Hawaiian," I glared at the door. "Taco and what were the other two?" Please let one of them be vegetarian, please let one of them be vegetarian. "Oh yeah, veggie and cheese."

I opened the door and was down the stairs before he could say anything else. A very shocked Uncle Stefan walked downstairs, giving me a confused look. "I'm a vegetarian," I explained. "I was trying to not gag while you listed off the other kinds." Dad laughed from where he was on the couch and turned on the news.

Ziela was already sitting at the counter with a slice of meat lovers and a slice of pepperoni on a paper plate. I grabbed one of the other three plates by the pizza boxes and took two slices of veggie. "Yum," I said after taking a bite.

We finished dinner and Ziela got moved into the other extra room. That was when we decided to raid the fridge. I found whipped cream and cherries along with ice cream and Ziela grabbed two bowls from the cabinet. "This is awesome," she declared. "We should do this every Friday."

I laughed and put a big scoop of rocky road ice cream into a bowl along with a scoop of chocolate and drowned them in whipped cream. Two cherries on top finished the masterpiece. Ziela put a scoop of vanilla and a scoop of chocolate into her bowl and claimed the whipped cream before putting a single cherry daintily on top. I rolled my eyes and grabbed the remote off the couch before finding a seat at the table with the perfect view for BONES. Ziela claimed the remote and turned the volume up, sitting down next to me and eating while doing so.

At the first commercial I decided to tell her, but I'd do it in a nice way. No sane person would come right out with it in front of Z, say "Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, I locked mom in a tomb." And the insane people that said that would be killed on the spot. So I tried a gentler route. "Hey, Z?" I asked, she turned to face me. "About mom-"

"I know; she's in a tomb." I was shocked.

"You know?"

"Yeah, Uncle Stefan told me." I was still shocked. I went to reach for my phone and text for help when she continued.

"Don't text dad, or Uncle Stefan, or Jeremy, or Tyler, because I'm not mad. You guys were right to do so. She was kind of a jerk."

I had to check to make sure I wasn't dreaming. Nope, I'm awake. "Oh." Wow, I was shocked. I breathed a sigh of relief when BONES came back on and finished my ice cream so that I could go to bed at the next commercial. "Tell me who did it," I said, getting up. "I'm going to bed. Ziela nodded and we got up to put our bowls in the sink. "Good night."

"Good night."

I sat down on my bed and slipped off my jeans and jacket, reaching toward my closet and pulling out a pair of black stretch pants. Putting them on quickly, I grabbed my phone from my jean pockets and went to text Jeremy. I realized just in time that I hadn't corrected the number yet. What I had typed wasn't exactly meant for my sister's boyfriend.

My eyes closed and I caught a glimpse of the clock by my bed that read 11:24 just as I drifted off to sleep.

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Ziela took it pretty well, mainly because she realizes that her mom is a jerk to her sister, good job Ziela. She needs a superhero name now, just 'cause. Um… Wonder Woman! No, that's copyrighted. Bat Girl! Dang, I can't think today. I'll think of one tomorrow.

Peace In!