'You can run, but you can't hide'.-Unknown

Chapter XI

Picka-boo! I see you!

(Inspired by the song Yeah Yeah-Bodyrox)

I don't know how long we had been in this position for, but I sure as hell wasn't staying another minute. It was early morning, I'm guessing around five in or something. Claude, Oliver, Nicola and I were all in the lounge, still cuddled up, the candles still burning. We had been talking for a good seven or six hours. I don't think I'm ever going to talk ever again. I noticed the candles weren't doing us any more good by staying allight, as the sunlight started to pour in through the large bay windows, making us all shimmer like disco balls. I stretched out from my position on the couch, and blew out the candles in a single cold breathe. I then slowly stretched out my arms, extending them up into the air, my muscles expanding giving me a slight boost. I hopped off the couch, and looked them all in the faces with a huge grin.

''Well? Get off you couch potatos!'' I ordered, gesturing with my hands for them to get up.

''No way man...I'm fine where I am,'' Nicola yawned, her perfectly straight white teeth glinting in the sunlight, as her sharp incisors gleamed dangerously.

''Oh comeon!'' I urged, as I walked over to Nicola, grabbed her arms and started to pull her off the couch. She pulled back, as we started on a physical challenge in a game of tug of war. She started to slip off the couch, as I held on tightly to her arms, pulling her back. Claude and Oliver started to laugh their heads off, clearly enjoying this childish game.

''You know...Nicola...it would...be so much more...simple if you just...listen, goddamit,'' I struggled, frowning as I tried to pull her off the couch.

''No use...in...in...this...you ain't gonna...get far, sista,'' she warned, struggling likewise. Then she did the unthinkable. She broke free, and practically disapeared out of my sight, in a sprint for freedom. Did she not know that I too was capable of running at the speed of light?

''Oh no you don't!'' I yelled out, as I sprinted off, after her. She was whizzing upstairs, then into my room and through to the balcony. I ran after her, just an inch behind her. She then jumped off the balcony, landing onto the garden. I too jumped after her, landing on my feet and hands in a crouch. She then darted through the opened French windows, which led from the garden and into the kitchen. I practically flew off my feet, now beside her, looking into her face. She had a huge smug smirk on her face. She was so going to regret that. As she started to make her way back to the lounge where we had started from, I slowed down, and pounced on her back, sending us flying into the lounge at great speed, toppling over the couch, where Oliver jumped off in time and stopping right infront of the bookshelf. Her face was flat on the ground as I pinned her down by simply sitting on her back.

Claude and Oliver were just staring at us both, as though we were a couple of idiots.

''What?'' I asked them.

''N-nothing,'' the both chimed, mouths agape. I just laughed.

''Get off!'' Nicola half mumbled, half screamed. I ignored her.

''You promise you'll listen to me next time?'' I asked, putting on a sickengly sweet voice.

''Yes!'' She muffled.

''And you'll get your fat ass off the couch and do something?'' I asked.

''I have a fat ass?'' She asked, clearly shocked and distracted.

''Get to the point. Will you, or will you not sit your ass all day on the couch,'' I urged on, getting unpatient.

''Fine...just get off me,'' she screamed.

''Fine what? Fine I won't, or fine I will,'' I continued, making her suffer.

''Fine I won't,'' she fumed.

''What's the magic word?'' I asked, smiling.

''Please, may you get off me so I could get my fat ass off the couch and do something,'' she hissed through gritted teeth.

''As you wish,'' I laughed, getting off her. I stood up, towering over her exhausted form on the floor.

''I'm going to get you for this, I swear I will,'' she hissed, her voice full of venom.

''Yeah, whatever,'' I said, taking a look at my nails. I licked the tip of my index finger, and pressed it against my shoulder, creating a 'sizzling' sound. I walked out of the lounge, and made my way up the stairs into my room. I wander why Penelopé isn't back yet. I knew that Luciano was probably at some random business meeting. Anywhoos. I stripped myself free off my clothes, letting them fall to my ankles. I then undid my ponytail, letting my long, black hair cascade down my shoulders and back. And I done this all the while recognising that Claude was leaning against the door, arms crossed infront of him, a huge smirk on his face. I pretended not to notice as I made my way towards the private bathroom. I started to look at myself in the mirror, and what I saw came to no surprise. The smoky blackish-burgundy eyes were there. Allthough something was missing from them. And I knew pretty well what that 'something' was. My small, pouty lips sat perfectly above my well shaped chin. My small, yet angular nose sat above my lips, making me look far too innocent. Thank God for my eyes though. They had a sense of age to them...they looked far to mysterious, far too deep, far too understanding to be my own. Allthough that was all framed by my arched black eyebrows, straight black fringe and slightly roundish-oval face, which held soft cheekbones and jaw. My thoughts were interrupted then, as I noticed a familiar yet mysterious face rest upon my shoulder.

''They say beauty is something everyone has a different opinion to, but, when it comes to you, I think everyone will agree that it's something out of this world,'' he whispered, his cold breathe blowing onto my bare neck and shoulder. As I looked into the mirror, I tried to analyse the both of us. He had such a timeless, godly look to him, which screamed out grace. I on the other hand looked the total opposite to him. If I do say so myself.

''Hmm...I wonder, if Vincent's demons will show up tonight,'' I driffted, as though I were about to sleep.

''I was thinking the same thing actually...'' he whispered.

''Anyways,'' I sighed, turning around,'' I'm going to take a shower now, to freshen up a bit''.

''I shall leave it to you then,'' he smiled, giving me a kiss before he left. I walked into the shower, and let the cold water pour onto me, my eyes fluttering shut for a few slow minutes.

After I was done showering, I wrapped a towl around my body, and squeezed me hair of any excess water. I walked out of the bathroom, to see Claude sitting at the end of my bed, topless and looking at something on his mobile phone. As I moved closer, I analysed him further, only to notice that he seemed way to relaxed -as, what was going to happen tonight, was nothing to be relaxed about. His arms rested loosely from his knees, his mobile phone held inbetween his hands and his silver chain just dangled off his neck. God he's gorgeous. I walked over to the wardrobe, flung it open, and started to pick out random clothes, chucking some on the floor in my search for the perfect outfit. It needed to be comfortable, tight and protective. Hmm..

''What you looking for there? You seem as though you've lost something,'' Claude chuckled from behind me. I just turned around and gave him a sercastic look.

''May I ask why you're topless...wait, let me guess, there's some random blonde girl under the bed, right?'' I asked, pure sarcasm dripping off my voice.

''Yes, how did you guess?'' He replied in an even more sarcastic tone.

''Oh, didn't you know? I know everything,'' I replied, with a wink.

''Is that so, huh?'' He questioned in a playful tone.

''Yes Claude, it is so,''

''Well, that's fine by me, as long as you don't know what I'm about to do next, that is...'' he whispered, and next minute you know, I can feel his arms around my waist, from behind. He spun me around, grabbed my towel, and dropped it off, leaving me stark naked, still in his arms.

''Cheeky...but that really was not a smart move,'' I smirked.

''What do you mean?'' He asked, raisng an eyebrow.

''I mean this,'' and with those words, I moved my fastest ever. I bent down, picked up my towel, wrapped it around myself once again, and with my right leg, I kicked him behind his knees, making him drop-actually, like bend/drop- forward, so he was right infront of me, at my feet. I just laughed my head off. He so didn't know what was coming.

''That was...quite smart, I have to admit that,'' he said, and in a blink of an eye, he was up again, slightly towering over me. He was, after all six foot three. And I was only, what? Five foot fouri-sh, three-ish.

''You see Claude, I am not as stupid as you think my little munchkin,'' I laughed, as I pinched his cheek in a childish manner. He just looked stupified.

''Are we gonna get ready, or are we going to spend the rest of the night here, acting rather...immature,'' he smirked, rasing an eyebrow.

''Oh, yes. About that,'' I continued, putting on a business woman like tone '' you see Claude, you will have to put on something rather comfortable and proective...and...tight, I guess''.

''Tight? Why tight?'' He asked, putting on a face as though to say he were disgusted. Que: my evil laugh.

''You'll see why darling,'' I replied, with the evilest smirk on my face. Ever.

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''Is this why you made me wear tight clothes?'' Claude yelled, over the motorbike engine, and the rush of wind.

''Yes, Claude,'' I yelled back, allthough, he was seated right behind me, his arms around my waist. We were on my motorbike, and on the way to the forest, after Vincent's demons. Ofcourse, the others were with us too. Violeta was on her motorbike with Nicola, and as for Oliver...well, Oliver was -cough- running between the two motorbikes, at vampire speed. Which was slightly faster than a vampire riding a motorbike. Which in that case, I and Violeta were doing right this moment.

We were slowly nearing the forest, the sky inky black, as bright stars winked at us from above, and the full moon shone in all it's glory, behind the dark silouhettes of the trees. Violeta and I both knew the directions to the undiscovered route into the forest, leading us right into the opening. Which is why, we took a very sharp left, our motorbikes leaning in towards the ground, as our knees slightly scraped the hard ground. When we finally entred the clearing of the forest, we stopped our engines, as Oliver too stopped on his own two feet. I kicked out the brake of my motorbike, and climbed off. We didn't have our helmets, as we didn't really need them. We ofcourse being immortal. (A/N: DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME FOLKS! UNLESS YOU WANT TO BE TURNED INTO SHISH KEBAP FOR A DAY)

I think my buckled up leather boots and jacket were so comfortable, and ofcourse, tight. Sigh. I had to wear something tight. And comfortable. And protective. And what more protective and comfortable than a white vest, black leather jacket, worn out jeans and a dandy pair of black motorcycle combat boots? I thought so. Violeta too had some leather on and as for Nicola...well, Nicola is Nicola, and as Nicola is a very unique individual, she had put on a rather form fitted, black catsuit. Yes, you guessed it. Nylon. But it suited her...she looked like catwoman. Except, Nicola has long, dyed red hair. And no mask.

And the guys? Well, the opted for a more casual look. Claude ofcourse wore his black motorcycle jacket (the one with the Harley Davidson symbol on the back) and a pair of jeans and Cats. All I can say for Oliver, is that he looked way to golf course to be involved in any action today. Or butt kicking for the matter.

I walked right to the centre of the clearing. ''Well, come out now. You have me, and the rest..don't you want us gone?'' I yelled out into the air, trying to grab the attention of the demons.

''How did you know we want you gone...'' hissed a womans voice from somewhere in the clearing. I couldn't see her yet, but I recognised that voice. It was Esthero, one of the werewolf twins.

''Shh..'' I whispered to everyone, putting a finger to my lip. Snap. I flinched in the direction of the sound. From that point, everything went in great speed.

''Look out!'' Yelled Violeta from behind me. I spun around, only to see a very vicous looking Esthero in midair, pouncing towards me. Before she could pin me down to the ground, I created a clear blue barrier between us, engolfing me in a sphere, using my powers. She hit and scratched the sphere in attempt to break it open. No use, ofcourse. This sphere is purely energy. Not a solid. Not liquid. Not gass. As she attempted to break it open, I looked around to see everyone just standing there. Where were the other demons? What was happening?

I heard Nicola calling Esthero over, trying to distract her.

''Hey you!'' She called out. Esthero turned around. Nicola continued '' yes you, you bitch''. And at that, Esthero sprinted over to Nicola. Nicola ofcourse being a shifter like Oliver, she shifted right as Esthero tried to grab her, only ending up on the ground. You see, we as a clan don't really mind werewolves, hell, we even had werewolves in our family, way back. But, this werewolf? Yeh, she was a big pain in the arse. I broke the energy ball around me, and ran behind Esthero, grabbing her by her hair and swinging her into a tree. She didn't give up though, as she got up, and punced on me, pushing us onto the leaf covered ground.

''Get...off...me!'' I gasped out in a strangled voice. Next thing I see, is her picked up off me, and flung some place else. I looked up to see Claude standing over me, giving me a helping hand. I grabbed his hand as he picked me up.

''Thanks...but no thanks,'' I winked.

''What?'' He asked, raising his eyebrows. I just walked off over to a crumpled up Esthero. I reached out, to grab her yet again, only to feel someone grab me from behind, pinning my arms behind me, a cold, sharp blade to my throat. I looked ahead of me, to see Claude about to punce on the person, or thing, that was holding me, only he was being held back by Oliver. Nicola on the other hand was -well, she looked like she was - planning something. And Violeta...well, Violeta was no where to be seen.

''You want her?'' Called out the voice of the creature. Black Sabar. It was Sabar! He was holding me back, that ass hole. I felt the blade press against my throat, as of that would kill me.

''Let her go!'' Claude yelled out, his face furious, ripping free from Oliver.

''As you wish,'' Sabar evily chuckled, swiping the blade across my throat, and dropping me to the ground. I clutched my throat, in attempt to stop the bleeding. I looked up to see a very vicous looking Claude, Oliver and Nicola.

''Fuck it you guys! Can you just not be tempted by blood for this once!'' I screamed out, blocking them out with the blue energy, creating a wall between us. I grabbed out a white handkercheif I always kept handy from my jacket pocket. I wrapped it around my throat, and unblocked the barrier. They seemed to have calmed down, almost.

''Sorry...'' Nicola whispered.

''No, I don't blame you...I feel like that sometimes, too,'' I retorted, looking down.

''Where's Violeta?'' I asked, looking around.

''She was taken away...by Esthero and Sabar...actually, as you were being held by Sabar, Esthero took the chance to grab Violeta and run through the forest...as for Sabar...well, he just disapeared, the minute he dropped you,'' Oliver replied, sounding rather sad.

''Why didn't you guys stop her! I can take care of myself!'' I screamed out. I don't know what was happening to me right now, but I was furious. And when I'm furious, I'm capable of anything.

''Jesus Giselle! Calm down, ok? She can take care of herself, and we couldn't risk leaving you here, because they're after you, not us!'' Nicola yelled back.

''They're after all of us,'' I whispered, turning around, looking up at the moon.

''What...no they're not...'' Nicola whispered, sounding confused as I heard her approach me.

''Yes they are goddamit! Are you blind or something! All these years...all these years they've wanted the Illuminati clan gone! Vanished! They can't wait till they claim victory, til they can say that's it, c'est tout, c'est fini, THE END!'' I yelled, grabbing Nicola by her shoulders, slightly shaking her, as though that will get her brain working. I finally dropped my arms to my sides, collapsing to the floor, cold tears streaming down my face.

''Giselle...come on...we'll save Violeta somehow...and kill Vincent, but right now, we need to get home,'' I heard Claudes voice, so soft, it stopped my unecesarry breathing, and stopped my tears. I felt his arm around my shoulder.

''Come on,'' He whispered. I slowly got up, and turned around, to look into his surrowful eyes.

''Fine...but Vincent isn't getting away with this, and the hunt for Violeta starts in the morning,'' I said.

''Ok...but if we don't get home, Penelopé and Luciano are going to go on a hunt of their own. For us,'' he replied with a smile. I smiled back.

''Come on then,'' I whispered. No matter how many days of school we miss, no matter how many scars we get, no matter how many times we drop, we won't give up. And that's the greatest strength of the Illuminati's.