Disclaimer: If you still need to ask if I own Blood and Chocolate then I am very shocked at you! How many times must I say that I DO NOT OWN B&C? (cries at the sad truth).

Chapter 13:

Packing

Gabriel nudged Vivian awake by showering her with kisses. Gabriel knew that Vivian was less then apt about going to Canada and having to start a whole new life, but he couldn't see the big deal about it after what the pack had went through. It wasn't like Vivian had any friends left after what happened with Aiden and his group. If anything, he thought she would be jumping at the chance to get away from the monotonous town.

Vivian groaned at her abrupt awakening, but managed to pull herself up from under her cozy covers.

"Come on, we have pack today, sleepy head," Gabriel got out of bed and walked out of the room.

"Wait…where are you going?" asked Vivian pulling the covers off of her, but Gabriel didn't answer. So Vivian reluctantly got out of bed and trotted after him. Gabriel walked down to his bike and hopped on and Vivian followed suit.

"Where are we going?"

"To your house to pack," Vivian groaned, "if I stay here to let you talk me out of it we will never get the packing done," he revved the engine, "so we're leaving before you can do such."

By the time Vivian got to her house with Gabriel she was hungry and thought she could use that as an excuse to get out of packing.

"You pack, I'll make breakfast and bring it to you," was the sneaky reply. Vivian groaned and walked to her room which already had boxes piled high on her bed. 'What to go first…,' Vivian wondered grabbing a box from her bed and placing it precariously on her chair. She decided on her desk: if nothing else was to get done today, her desk would be cleaned. She slid open the first draw filled with paints that she had not yet used, markers and pens, other office necessities, and a CD that Aiden had given her.

She grabbed the CD and immediately threw it in the trash; that's what it was now anyways, trash. Vivian stared at it for a moment hoping that if she stared long enough maybe, just maybe, it would burst into flames, but nothing happened, it just sat there limp. She turned away from the trash can and took a rubber band out of the draw and placed it around all the markers and pens so she could throw them in the box. Then she slung another rubber band around the paints and placed them next to the markers. After she put them in the box she compiled all of her other "office supply's" and dumped the next draw's contents into the box not caring if it was a mess.

At the end of the day when Vivian's room was bare save her bed, dresser, and desk, she took the taunting brown boxes to the moving van that sat in the drive-way awaiting its departure to Canada. Vivian smiled, tomorrow would be the last day she would ever have to walk down the brightly lit hallways of her school- former school.

I am soooo sorry that I haven't written, it's just that school has been SOOO craze with exams and what-not. I also didn't really want to write this chapter and was procrastinating because how can packing be fun? It just seemed tooo boring…Well, anyways; the next chapter should be more exciting! Did this chapter seem weird? I kinda felt that it wasn't my writing style in this chapter…I dunno…..please review!

Katt