Part 2
Meegan groaned, ignoring the alarm clock, pulling the pillow around her head. Ugh, she was not looking forward to the day ahead. That sickening perfect girl routine. Trying to get some sense into her stupid sister's head that the people she thought adored them, probably absolutely hated the twins and were plotting their demise. Sincerity was far too blind to see the reality of popularity in human high school.
She was seriously staring to consider Shadow's advice of killing the bitch.
"Are you *ever* planning on getting up?" Sincerity breezed in without even knocking and turned off Meegan's alarm clock.
"No. Go away," Meegan muttered.
"What's wrong with you? We'll be late if you don't get your but in gear," Sincerity went on, grabbing the pillow from Meegan's hands and yanking back the covers.
"My god, is that a *tattoo*?" If Meegan had been more awake, she would have found the shock in her sister's voice amusing. She'd almost forgotten. When she had been bitten the werewolf who had been responsible had tattooed a black foxglove, the Night World's symbol for werewolves, on the small of her back. Her clothes covered it up most of the time.
"Yes. It's a tattoo. Now leave." She dragged herself up and shoved Sincerity out the door, slamming it in her sister's face. Meegan grit her teeth, resisting the urge to add an insult. She deliberately took her time in the shower, debating what to do about her sister.
Just because she happened to be the older one of the two Sincerity seemed to think that automatically put her in charge. In the past, Meegan had always been more than happy to let her make the decisions. With the change and her new life and everything, that was yet another thing Meegan was determined to change.
She stood in front of her wardrobe door in her underwear, scowling at her coordinated wardrobe. Shirts and skirts that matched together, tops in one section, blouses and jeans in another, other pants neatly hung, skirts in length size, all colour coordinated. If she wanted to, she could have dressed in the dark and still looked better than most.
She stood on tiptoe, rummaging on the top shelf and pulled out a pair of purple leather pants she had been given for Christmas last year from a wayward relative. Sincerity's pair had been lime green. She had decided they were just not suited to the twin's image and they had stuffed the pants out the way never to be seen again.
Meegan smirked, enjoying the coolness tightness of the leather against her shapely legs. She rummaged through her draws, finding a slinky black camisole top with silver studded straps. ^Perfect^ she thought.
"Come *on* Meegan!" Sincerity's voice was calling from downstairs.
"I'm still doing my hair," Meegan shouted back. "Go without me, I'll catch up."
She sat at her dresser, eyeing herself in the mirror. Her strawberry blonde hair fell in natural waves to just below her waist. She reached for a pair of scissors and began hacking away at her own hair. Eventually ending up with something resembling a page-boy bob. Not perfect perhaps. ~Anything's fine as long as it doesn't look like Sincerity~ she thought.
* * *
So far everything seemed to be going okay. Nothing had gone wrong. Ginger found herself grateful. She didn't *mean* for things to go wrong and get out of control, having only really developed her witch powers a few years ago. She still had a long way to go to master her abilities. Ginger knew her lack of control over her powers was usually responsible for whatever went wrong when she was around and wound up with her usually needing to be rescued.
Though right now Sam looked like the one who needed rescuing, he seemed ready to put his tail between his legs and run. He was more apprehensive of *Ginger* than of the assassin they were meant to be hunting. The constant explosion jokes were getting annoying.
At least there meeting with the principle had gone well, they had managed to get similar schedules. "So who is she again?" she asked, as they waited for their math class to start.
"Her name is Meegan Hawthorne," Sam answered. "That's all we know - we also think she knows who most of the local Daybreakers are so that's why we've been called in. Oh, that's her." Sam nodded at the girl coming down the hall.
She was tall with a slender figure and long strawberry blonde hair, dressed in jeans and a pink top. There was an exam for the first half of the class, after that oral questions, which the Hawthorne girl answered practically everyone one. "Tell me you're kidding," she complained to Sam once class was over. "There's no *way* that know-it-all could be a killer for hire."
Sam nodded. "I know what you mean, she doesn't seem like the type. But we have a job to do. As fun as blowing her up and be done with the task would be, that's not what we're here for."
Ginger's cheeks flushed. "Oh, shut up."
Just gathering information on a goody-two-shoes by day and a serial killer by right? Who knows what the girl could do in the mean time? Ginger needed to do something to *stop* that bitch.
* * *
Meegan groaned, ignoring the alarm clock, pulling the pillow around her head. Ugh, she was not looking forward to the day ahead. That sickening perfect girl routine. Trying to get some sense into her stupid sister's head that the people she thought adored them, probably absolutely hated the twins and were plotting their demise. Sincerity was far too blind to see the reality of popularity in human high school.
She was seriously staring to consider Shadow's advice of killing the bitch.
"Are you *ever* planning on getting up?" Sincerity breezed in without even knocking and turned off Meegan's alarm clock.
"No. Go away," Meegan muttered.
"What's wrong with you? We'll be late if you don't get your but in gear," Sincerity went on, grabbing the pillow from Meegan's hands and yanking back the covers.
"My god, is that a *tattoo*?" If Meegan had been more awake, she would have found the shock in her sister's voice amusing. She'd almost forgotten. When she had been bitten the werewolf who had been responsible had tattooed a black foxglove, the Night World's symbol for werewolves, on the small of her back. Her clothes covered it up most of the time.
"Yes. It's a tattoo. Now leave." She dragged herself up and shoved Sincerity out the door, slamming it in her sister's face. Meegan grit her teeth, resisting the urge to add an insult. She deliberately took her time in the shower, debating what to do about her sister.
Just because she happened to be the older one of the two Sincerity seemed to think that automatically put her in charge. In the past, Meegan had always been more than happy to let her make the decisions. With the change and her new life and everything, that was yet another thing Meegan was determined to change.
She stood in front of her wardrobe door in her underwear, scowling at her coordinated wardrobe. Shirts and skirts that matched together, tops in one section, blouses and jeans in another, other pants neatly hung, skirts in length size, all colour coordinated. If she wanted to, she could have dressed in the dark and still looked better than most.
She stood on tiptoe, rummaging on the top shelf and pulled out a pair of purple leather pants she had been given for Christmas last year from a wayward relative. Sincerity's pair had been lime green. She had decided they were just not suited to the twin's image and they had stuffed the pants out the way never to be seen again.
Meegan smirked, enjoying the coolness tightness of the leather against her shapely legs. She rummaged through her draws, finding a slinky black camisole top with silver studded straps. ^Perfect^ she thought.
"Come *on* Meegan!" Sincerity's voice was calling from downstairs.
"I'm still doing my hair," Meegan shouted back. "Go without me, I'll catch up."
She sat at her dresser, eyeing herself in the mirror. Her strawberry blonde hair fell in natural waves to just below her waist. She reached for a pair of scissors and began hacking away at her own hair. Eventually ending up with something resembling a page-boy bob. Not perfect perhaps. ~Anything's fine as long as it doesn't look like Sincerity~ she thought.
* * *
So far everything seemed to be going okay. Nothing had gone wrong. Ginger found herself grateful. She didn't *mean* for things to go wrong and get out of control, having only really developed her witch powers a few years ago. She still had a long way to go to master her abilities. Ginger knew her lack of control over her powers was usually responsible for whatever went wrong when she was around and wound up with her usually needing to be rescued.
Though right now Sam looked like the one who needed rescuing, he seemed ready to put his tail between his legs and run. He was more apprehensive of *Ginger* than of the assassin they were meant to be hunting. The constant explosion jokes were getting annoying.
At least there meeting with the principle had gone well, they had managed to get similar schedules. "So who is she again?" she asked, as they waited for their math class to start.
"Her name is Meegan Hawthorne," Sam answered. "That's all we know - we also think she knows who most of the local Daybreakers are so that's why we've been called in. Oh, that's her." Sam nodded at the girl coming down the hall.
She was tall with a slender figure and long strawberry blonde hair, dressed in jeans and a pink top. There was an exam for the first half of the class, after that oral questions, which the Hawthorne girl answered practically everyone one. "Tell me you're kidding," she complained to Sam once class was over. "There's no *way* that know-it-all could be a killer for hire."
Sam nodded. "I know what you mean, she doesn't seem like the type. But we have a job to do. As fun as blowing her up and be done with the task would be, that's not what we're here for."
Ginger's cheeks flushed. "Oh, shut up."
Just gathering information on a goody-two-shoes by day and a serial killer by right? Who knows what the girl could do in the mean time? Ginger needed to do something to *stop* that bitch.
* * *