GASP! I'M ALIVE! Sorry I took too long again. I haven't been on the computer in a looong time because of this project I had to do. Sadly, I have ANOTHER one. But I'll haul ass for you guys and try to get the next chapter done sooner!

"You delinquents know what you're in here for. This school has to maintain a reputation, and you are all ruining it with you're bad behavior!" Mr. Greene yelled. He turned to Gregory, or as we like to call him, Crackie. "Drugs are not allowed on campus, do you hear me young man?"

Crackie looked up from the shadow of his furry hoodie and gave a sloppy thumbs up. "You got it, man. No drugs."

Mr. Greene turned to some Spanish girl in the twelfth grade. "If I catch you by the bleachers with another boy again, you are out of here!" He turned to Austin. "The same to you, Austin! Where are your morals? In boys?"

"How can you be a principal and be a homophobe?" I demanded.

He stabbed a finger in my direction. "You! Zandra! What you did today was completely unacceptable! And I already heard that you back talked a teacher the other day. And that prank you pulled on Isabella Swan crossed the line. Jumping out of windows--are you insane?"

"Uh, sir, Edward Cullen was chasing me, so I jumped out to avoid his wrath." I said, raising my hand and sounding like an idiot purposely. "And I'm not insane! I'm just in a higher state of mind!"

"I don't want to here any sass from you, Zandra Brooks!" Mr. Greene snapped.

I slammed my hands on my desk. "I have the right to speak, Mr. Greene, so deal with it!" I turned to Xavier. "Xavier was there when it happened. He knows the Cullen chased me all over campus!"

"That does not excuse your recklessness and other faults here." Mr. Greene said.

"Dude, do you hear yourself? I did not back talk! Sure, I was loud, but everyone knows that so she obviously overreacted. And everyone knows that you have a thing for Mrs. Cope, a married woman!" I snapped. "So don't tell me about my faults, Mr. Greene!"

"Shut up!" He shouted, making everyone jump in their seats. "You would do well to keep your mouths shut about the conversation that just went on. Any word to anyone and you will be expelled immediately."

"Here, here!" I pumped my fist in the air.

Mr. Greene stared at me long and hard before sitting at his desk in a huff. I rested my head in my arms and sighed. Just one hour and I was out of here. This reminded me of school back home, where I would be bored as hell because nothing goes on. Man, did I miss that place a lot. I wondered if I would ever get home, and how exposing the Cullens to the Volturi was going to solve this problem. I patted around in the pockets of my sweater until I felt the pentagram brush against my fingers. Set it on fire, she says. That reminded me. I really needed to get a lighter one of these days. Maybe I could even threaten Edward with it...heh heh heh..

"Zandra! Keep your head up."

I looked up and slouched in my chair, glaring at Mr. Greene. He was definitely on his man period today. A piece of paper flew onto my paper. I blinked and stared up at Mr. Greene, who wasn't paying attention. I flipped open the note and read it really quickly. Duck! My eyes widened and I sunk even lower in my seat, watching a spitball go flying through the air. It hit Mr. Greene's shoulder. My jaw dropped when he jumped from his seat and yelled,

"Who threw this? Who fucking threw this?"

I glanced over at the other people in the room. They were all wide eyed and jaw dropped like I was. I kept glancing around, my expression turning into an open-mouthed smile (insert fly here). I folded my hands together on the desk and sat up straight, ready to listen to his rant. Kudos to Mr. Greene! He finally cracked.

"What are you smiling at, Brooks?" Mr. Greene snapped. I barked out a quick laugh and clamped my mouth shut. That's when I heard music blasting from the hallway.

"What is all that ruckus!" Mr. Greene shouted over the noise.

I snorted and raised my hand, being a smartass again. "That, sir, would be what the youth of today's pop culture would call rap."

Before he could explode in my face, a guy walked in the classroom. He looked like he was in his twenties. He looked like a grease monkey, and he had a huge stereo carried on his shoulder where the music was blasting from. There was a baseball cap on his head, casting a shadow on his face. He flicked off the stereo and set it on the ground before sitting at one of the desks in the back. I turned and stared at him in confusion. His head lifted a little and for a split second I saw his eyes. There were no irises. Just glowing all white. I had a feeling that I should've looked away…

But it was too late.

"Uh, Mrs. Cope said you need to get outside." The guy said in heavy Southern accent. His voice was mesmerizing. I wanted to turn away, but my body only seemed to lean in closer.

"Why?" Mr. Greene hissed.

"This freshman thought he was all tough, so I gave him a lesson." He paused, and sirens were heard. "Needs one of those ambulances, I heard."

Mr. Greene blanched and ran out of the room. We all sat there in silence, hearing the sirens go off. The grease monkey got up from his chair and turned his stereo back on. My eyes followed him the whole way. He slouched in his chair and looked up at me again. His mouth opened into a grin too wide to look normal, literally stretching from ear to ear. His teeth resembled a snake's and a forked tongue hung out on the side. And I couldn't help but stare...

I just kept gawking all throughout detention. When Mr. Greene finally allowed us to leave, I was forced to follow the grease monkey to his car. It was one of those old mustangs with fur interior. He drove deep into the forest by the school and came to a stop in the middle of nowhere. He caressed my cheek and grinned again, and I involuntarily grinned back. He was controlling all of my movements. I wanted to strangle him, jump across the seat and bite his miserable head off. But my body felt like it was covered in plaster and I was super glued to the passenger seat. His dirty finger traced around my lips and his tongue hung out again.

"I've been watching you for a while, little girl." He hissed like a snake. "Remember that time at the vampires' house in the bathtub?"

My teeth chattered against his invisible pull to force me to speak, but he somehow got me to anyway. "Yes, I remember."

"Well, that was me, little girl. That angel got me then, but he can't get me now." He said, holding up my pendant. My fingers twitched, but my hand wouldn't budge. "And now, I'm going to sssscrew your brains out."

My eyebrow twitched, and I could suddenly move again. "Wha-?"

"Now who the fuck said you could do that?"

I spun around in my seat to see Noir sitting in the back, his arms crossed. He looked on the verge of either exploding or having a really bad spaz-out. The other guy growled and wrapped his long fingers around my throat, squeezing hard and glaring at Noir.

"I don't need permission to fuck." He said.

I could tell by the look in Noir's eyes that something blew up. "The only person allowed to touch her in any way, is me."

Right after Noir said that he lifted his leg, and with a force greater than anything I've seen, kicked the guy's chair. His face collided with the steering wheel and his grip on my neck loosened. When the snake guy tried to get back up, Noir just kicked his chair again. Blood ran out of his nose and seeped from his mouth. The guy suddenly dissolved into a weird black mist in the shape of a man. It phased through the car door and Noir followed it out. Once the thing was outside, it turned back into the form of the grease monkey/snake dude.

"Come." Noir said, beckoning him forward.

The crazy snake guy ran towards him, striking his hands like an actual snake. While they were fighting, I searched around in the car for something to throw. In the glove compartment, there was a wrench, baseball, and porn magazines. I put the wrench into my tote and walked out the car with the baseball in hand. Noir and snake man were still going at it, doing insane moves. Noir kicked him in the jaw, and they parted, panting for air. I took the opportunity to throw the baseball, and it hit the snake man right in the head. He fell to the ground and Noir blinked up at me with wide eyes.

I shrugged. "Can we go now?" I called.

He grinned and ran up to me, handing me my pendant. "Looks like you didn't need me after all."

"I guess not." I replied, smiling.

Noir stiffened and shouted, "Move!"

He grabbed me shoulders and jumped in front of me, and immediately after he shouted out in pain. He staggered towards me, gasping, and I could see a handle of a knife protruding from his back. The snake man came running towards him, but Noir spun around quickly and gave him a scissor kick to the head that sent him flying. He hit the tree and basically exploded into a puff of smoke. Noir fell to the ground on his back, shouting again when the knife pushed in deeper. He rolled over, groaning. I spun around in a quick circle, panicking, before dropping to my knees and holding him up by his arms like a toddler. I could feel him trembling.

"Noir! What should I do?" I cried. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled himself up more, squeezing his eyes shut.

"P-Pull it out…" He muttered, sucking in a sharp breath. I did as I was told and pulled it out with a sickening sound. He cried out and fell against me, taking shuddering breaths. I stared at the knife for a moment before flinging it out of my hands.

"You really thought it wasss that easssy?"

I could hear his light footsteps heading towards us at a Godspeed. I was no match for a being like him, but that didn't make me any less angry than I was now. I snatched the wrench out of my tote, tossing it my hands a few times to feel its weight. I shut my eyes, listening to his footsteps get louder, then suddenly, it got quiet. I shuddered.

Third POV

Noir's eyes snapped open with a jolt as he felt rain pelt on his body. He felt as if he was glued to the ground, as if something was pressed on top of him. He looked around, confused at the scene before him. It looked like someone sprayed red and pink silly string everywhere. It tangled in the trees and was strung across the ground. Aside from that, there was a purple haze that seemed to settle in the air. Noir pushed himself off the ground, realizing he was covered in the string-like stuff everywhere. He hunched over and grabbed his shoulder, groaning at the pain where the knife wound was. Some of the string slid off his back, and this time he got a good look at it.

"These are stringed out guts." Noir muttered to himself. He did a quick sniff. "Smells like a snake."

He started walking around, realizing this whole forest area was covered in it. Definitely not good. Humans could go wandering here and find this place. Noir halted his step. Humans. His eyes widened and he started running. Where was Zandra? He could only smell the scent of a snake and the darkness radiating from the purple haze. Noir centered himself and took a deep breath, calling his wings to him. Black wings, wider than the length of his own arms, ripped their way through the back of his shirt. They batted against the air until the purple haze cleared up, and the scent of the snake went away. He immediately knew where Zandra when another scent settled in the air. Ink.

"Zandra!" He shouted, flying towards her scent.

She was a long ways off from where he had previously been. He wasn't even where he had last remembered himself being at. Noir remembered fighting the snake near the car, but he wasn't even near the car at all. Whatever had happened, he was definitely flung, somehow, far away. He finally saw Zandra, wrench in hand, running away from what looked like living shadows. She left a trail of ink behind her as she ran. He watched as she turned to look behind her at the shadows, and he gasped in shock. Zandra's eyes were all black, just as his were, except he could see a fountain of ink falling from her eyes. The jeans he bought her were shredded, and the skin that was exposed bled ink. His lip curled back and dove down, head first, towards the shadows.

They dissipated as soon as he touched them, but Zandra didn't take notice. Her foot got caught onto a broken branch and she tripped, making little shrieks as she fell and tumbled down a dip in the ground. She made little hiccup sounds as she hurried to get up, trying to yank her foot free. Noir blinked, noticing she didn't have her sneakers on anymore. Her hoodie was drenched from the rain and her clothes clung to her. And the pendant was gone again. Noir walked up to her, snapping a twig under his feet, and Zandra let out a blood curdling scream. He grabbed her forearms when she started swinging the wrench around. She started doing those little shrieks again.

"Zandra! Stop! It's me, Noir!" He shouted, making her abruptly stop. She looked up at him, ink still pouring from her eyes. He could see that the lids of her eyes had turned a pale purple. "Don't you recognize me?"

"I, I can't see anything." Zandra said in a tiny voice, trembling. She sucked in a sharp breath. "Noir, you have to go to the hospital. You got stabbed. I remember that."

Noir lightly hit her head with his fist. "You just got chased by shadows, and you're worried about my scratch?"

"Well, yeah." She said lamely. She frowned. "And it wasn't a scratch. I saw it."

Noir sobered up as he wiped away the ink, already drying on her face. "What happened out there?"

"The last thing I saw was him turn into this giant snake biting my leg-- that's how I lost my shoes. Then he said my blood didn't taste right and he just exploded everywhere. That's when the shadows came." Zandra paused, pressing her lips together and humming. Then she took a breath and continued, "And then I couldn't see anything. I started freaking out and ran in a random direction. It was weird, but my hearing got really good and I could hear the shadow people. But I couldn't ran fast enough without my sight." She gestured to her jeans.

"Then I have failed you." Noir whispered.

"Dude, you were out for the count. There's nothing you could have done." Zandra said, placing her hands on her hips.

"Exactly. I failed."

Zandra reached out, grabbing at air until Noir took the hint and caught her hands, pressing them against his cheeks. "Nobody's perfect, Noir. You can't protect me all the time, and you're not gonna win every fight. It's like that sometimes; trust me, I know. And besides, I can kick ass perfectly fine by myself. So it's not all on you, mister."

"But-"

"Do me a favor and shut up! Would you stop contradicting yourself? Damn!" Zandra shouted, lightly stretching his cheeks with her hands. "Snake man and the shadows are gone. So just forget about it. Can we focus on the present, please?"

"Yes," He said, his face still contorted in sadness.

Zandra frowned, somehow sensing it. "Noir..."

Noir placed one finger on her lips, silencing her. He placed his other hand over her eyes. There was a quiet humming sound, and when he put his hand down, Zandra's eyes had cleared up, for the most part. The whites of her eyes were grayed, but her brown irises were back with a few blotches of black in them. She blinked, squinting her eyes. She lifted a hand to rub at them, but Noir grabbed her arm.

"Don't. You'll iritate them." He said.

"I still can't see." Zandra said, massaging her temples. "I feel light headed."

"I know." Noir murmured, pressing his lips against hers.

She stumbled back, bowing her head and clenching her fists. "Don't..don't do that when I can't see anything."

"Sorry." He muttered, lifting her chin with his finger. His eyes widened when he noticed a sadistic grin on her face and her irises turned white, showing no color except for the ink blotches. "What the-"

While lifting the wrench in her hand, in a guttural voice she growled, "You underestimate me again, boy."

OH DAMN. Teehee Zandra is possessed by snake man! What will happen neeexxt? Cliffy cliffy cliffy!

Yeah.. It's actually pretty short compared to the previous chapter, but, yeah. I wanted to rush to get this out for you guys since I've been taking forever again. SUMMER, COME FASTER, PLEASE. Anyway, this story is going to get wrapped up pretty soon. It most likely won't have a sequel, but then again, I'm not sure. Whatever flows I guess. Anywayssss, special shout out to peoples who favorited; x-zn-x, Olivia the Bookworm, and starlite-cowgal! And thanks to my reviewerrrsss!

Tastethecrayon: No, you may not have Noir! But I'll take the skittles lol! And don't worry about the bad stuff. It'll make a good story later..XD

Washingtongirl1026: I'm definitely having fun writing this and I'm glad that you like it! And this will certainly be one hell of a riot!

theadventuresofjamesandsirius: Noir is cool! And you'll see him waaaay more often!

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