The Brick

Her eyes twinkled like a thousand stars, all twinkley at once! "Oh, Aimey!" Edward sighed "I love you, but I can't be with you! I am two dangerous too bee around a mortal!" (A/N Isn't he so precious!1) "Then make me a vampire, Eddie-kins! And we can have hot vampy sex FOREVER!" Edward staired deep into her eyes. "Yes".

Evie Little sat back in her chair with a sigh. Ah, another perfect fiction. Her delusions were shattered like the glass in her window when a brick came flying through and hit her in the head!

"OW!" she swore.

"Oh, usually that knocks them out," said a voice coming from the general vicinity of Evie's window. "Hand me the other brick."

"No! One brick per student. You know the rules. Besides, bleeding always leaves stains in the main hall," said another voice.

Blinking through the agony of her blossoming headache, Evie tried to focus on seeing who these two crazy strangers were. "What is going on!" she exclaimed.

"'Ello poppet!" said the first voice, and for the first time, Evie saw a figure in the moonlight brandishing another brick.

"The HELL?" she shouted.

"Tut, tut. Ladies shouldn't swear!" said the second voice.

"FUCKING A!" said the first voice, delightedly.

Evie was deeply confused, and possibly concussed, when the woman she was thinking of as number two climbed into her window. "Right then. Some of the other academies make you sign a waiver. You got blood on our brick. That counts. You're coming with us!" cackled the second voice.

Evie's eyes rolled back in her head. There was only so much insanity she could handle in one night.

"Damnit, we're going to need help carrying this one," said Lady Ivy.

"I thought you said ladies don't swear," Mistress Kat taunted.

"Shut up and help me with her."

"Remind me again why we didn't bring one of the wizards with us? Or even an elf. A VAMPIRE would have done!" complained Mistress Kat.

"Would have attracted attention," reasoned Lady Ivy.

Mistress Kat snorted. "Yeah, cause throwing bricks through windows is SO SUBTLE."

"Have you forgotten who our students are? Subtle won't work. They require bricks!" Lady Ivy reminded her.

"And blunt force trauma?" exclaimed Mistress Kat happily.

"And blunt force trauma," agreed Lady Ivy.