Part 2 - Chapter 5: Unpredictability

"Hey, Silver, we've got an invitation for you. If you choose-" "I know the invitation," I spat. "I have no choice but to accept. And I also know you think you can beat me. Want to go? Because I have more power than you can even imagine." "Calm down, now. I want an answer to the proposal." I rolled my eyes and hissed, "I have no other option. It is either this or my demise. I think a life here is better than immortal hell, wouldn't you think?" The last words were enunciated sharply.

I threw my hair back dramatically. "But you don't think, do you?" I poked my finger into his armored chest. "You just do. Actions speak louder than thought, right? Your head doesn't have time to wrap itself around what you are doing in the moment before it is already over. You are a stupid, ignorant connard. Va te faire eculer, fils de pute!" He narrowed his eyes as I got a grip on myself. "Why were you speaking a different language?" I would've blushed if I could have.

"You really are stupid, aren't you? It was French. And I sure wish you'd known what I was saying. Tell Aro, Caius, and Marcus that I accept their invitation and that I will comply. And call off Chelsea because it doesn't work on me. Don't expect much because I'm..." I raced behind him and put my hands on his neck. "unpredictable." I was back in place by the time he was able to get it together. "Bon Voyage!"