I'll warn you in advance, there's alotta bad humor in this chapter once it gets past the first part. I know some of you might be a little "wtf?" with this chapter, but yeah. Its more or less just explaining stuff to come. For instance, the head/lead clan, and some of the members, who end up being pretty important later on.
This chapter is definetly dedicated to anyone who takes their time to actually read this. Now, I have no idea why, but I'm happy nonetheless. =)
Disclaimer: We all know its Tom's.
I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the queasy feeling I got in my stomach at this all-to-familiar sight. I didn't no what to do now that I was here, face to face with everything I left. I could be attacked by a demon and still be perfectly fine, but all of a sudden I'm standing here scared shitless.
To the oblivious couple, she looked happy. Of course, I could see past that fake smile she has on. Lets face it; she's just as miserable as me, and Angela, and for all I know Shannon too. Even though I was drunk when I saw the couple, it was obvious they were both so dead without each other. Angela, I knew for sure. Shannon, I'm just taking a guess. But nonetheless, when the two were together, there was like a little light started shining from inside them.
Oh who the hell am I kidding! Shannon could give a fuck less about her, and Angela's too depressed to even think about anything besides Shannon leaving her. Its pathetic!
The idiotic couple finally left her alone, which left me with the perfect time for my entrance. Just me and her. Just her and me. Just us together. Spencer and Ashley. Blonde and brunette. Heaven and hell.
I catiously walked over to her. She was sitting on a bench, looking at the kids running around outside the house across the street.
"They're cute, aren't they?" I asked.
"Yeah." She smiled in response, and looked genuinely happy. Well, at least she did for a second before the smile dropped, and her eyes narrowed. "I'm so pathetic. I swear, only a pathetic-mess would conjure up their ex-girlfriends voice in their head," she sighed. "I'm just torturing myself by thinking its actually you; that you would actually talk to me, or even that you would actually be here."
"Spencer--"
"No." She waved her hand dismissively. "Don't even say my name, 'cause then I'll get all happy thinking you're actually here, when in reality you're miles away, and then I'll get all lovesick when I realize it and--" She stopped once I put my hand on her shoulder. "You're really here..."
I nodded, and took a seat next to her on the bench in front of her house. My eyes drifted to the side of her neck, but there was no scar, just as I'd expected. "Yeah."
She was trying to glare at me; trying to act somewhat pissed. Once I put my hand over hers, the act went away. "Why are you here?"
"Spencer..." I looked into her eyes, remembering everything Joesph, James, and Gino had told me since my little encounter with Shannon, "I need you."
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"What was up with that party the other day?" I was stuck helping Angela fold clothes. She's like the fucking maid around here, its pathetic.
"Its this annual get together for all the clans in the area." She looked up at me and flashed a fake smile. "Nothing special."
"So that blonde girl was like your 'bestest friend?'" I asked using air quotes, and feeling like an idiot for doing so.
Surprisingly, she laughed. "Yeah. We just don't see each other as much anymore, so that's why she was suffocating me all night." Now came the genuine smile.
"What clan is she in?" I inquired while folding an old, worn-out t-shirt that I assumed belonged to Lucas.
"The head-clan," she answered simply.
"So she's like some big shit then, huh?" Eww!!! Fucking boxers! God, why does she have to have sons! I'd rather be folding fucking thongs than god-damned boxers!
"Ehh, I guess. The two guys that were sitting on stage above everyone else are the actual 'big shits,' as you put it." She laughed to herself as she continued folding random articles of clothing. Sadly, no thongs. I'm disappointed.
"That explains so much!" I shouted, throwing my arms up.
"Like...?"
"Well, the one with short hair was being a complete douche, like he was the fucking king of the world." Seriously! I mean, this kid was worse than fucking Aiden!
"He's the next blood in line for the throne." I raised an eyebrow, and luckily she realized it was due to confusion. "His grandfather's the current head-vampire, and since he's the oldest grandson, he's gonna be leading once the current one passes." She laughed to herself as she folded another shirt. "Which shouldn't be that far away."
"Wait!" She turned to me with a 'what the fuck?' face on. "Wouldn't the douchebag's dad be next in line?"
"Dead." Well, that's descriptive.
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I was just minding my own, casually walking into the kitchen, when I was completely caught off-guard by a stone-faced James.
"You talked to Spencer," he stated bluntly. His blue eyes shining like they always did around night-fall and rainstorms. Oddly enough, right now both were taking place outside.
"Yeah," I looked down at my feet, "sorry."
He put his index finger in the air; automatically shutting me up. "Don't. I know you asked her for help." Great. Way to make me sound like some weakling.
"Going by what you, Gino, and Joesph have told me, I figured we'd need all the help we could get." I internally cringed at my next words. "And that includes bait."
Just as I'd expected, he smiled at my words. I already knew that was exactly what he wanted to hear from me. The exact damn words he'd been wanting me to say. I fucking hate him.
"Well, you're getting over her quite well." His eyed narrowed as the bedroom door behind us was shut. "Unlike some people."
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"So, are your lips chapped from all that ass kissing you're doing?" I turned around only to be met with the sight of a very cocky-looking Lucifer standing a good ten feet away from me.
"Ha, you're funny. How many brain cells did you kill trying to come up with that one? Lord knows you shouldn't be wasting 'em on such bad comedy; you don't have many to spare." Looks like the old Ashley is back in full force. HAZZAH!
"Oh wow, looks like I'm not the only one with a sense of humor in this house." He smirked as he took a step twords me. "If you weren't in just a towel right now I think I'd be able to come up with better."
I looked down, just now remembering I actually was in a towel, and that this wasn't a bad dream were you're stuck in your underwear. No, this was real life. And I'm pretty sure this kid was underage, and staring at me like I was a model on some bad porn-site.
"You gonna keep standing there? Trust me, I don't mind."
"PERV!" He laughed as I pushed him away and closed the small distance between me and my room.
Once I was in, and the door was shut, I dropped the towel feeling comfortable again without the little perverts eyes all over me. Well, somewhat comfortable. But trust me, I was completely at ease once I locked the door. Or at least I was until I remembered the first thing he said.
I carefully opened the door and made sure to peek my head, and head only, out of it. Well, that's was what I did at first. I realized after doing so that I should probably go against my better judgement and put the towel back on.
"Luke!" As if on cue, wolf-boy came waltzing up to my room, and leaned on the doorframe in a pathetic attempt to look cool.
"You rang?" He grinned. I gagged.
"Yeah, okay. Anyway, what the hell did you mean with whole ass-kissing comment?"
"Oh, I could've used a different one if that didn't suit your style. Anything from blowing to sucking; licking to--"
"I GET THE POINT!" I yelled, cutting him off with his strand of...verbs... "But just tell me what the hell it meant without trying to be smooth, loverboy."
"Who said I was trying?" he asked, sounding hurt. I just scowled in his direction and he caught my jist. "Okay, okay! Don't get your red, lacey panties in a bunch."
"YOU LITTLE FUCKER!" I made an attempt to punch the douchebag in his fucking stupid face, but missed thanks to the damn door in my way. I swear, once I get the chance I'm gonna kick the kid so hard in his nuts. SO FUCKING HARD! Seriously, no one looks at Ashley Davies underwear (without her permission) and gets away with it!
"Chill out!" he laughed as I reluctantly backed away. Only 'cause I wanted to know what the jackass was talking about. "If you really must know, I just meant of how you're turning into James's little fucking pet."
"I am not!" God, this kid must REALLY wanna get his ass kicked!
"Its obvious! You're sitting there giving him whatever the fuck he wants! Honestly, if he wanted a blowjob you'd be on your knees before he got the chance to ask!" I couldn't tell if he was yelling 'cause he was slightly pissed-off, or just 'cause he found all of this hilarious. Either way, it made me want to rearrange his nether-regions even more.
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"Just ignore him, Ashley. He's a guy, you know how they can get," she said, rolling her eyes while sipping from her newly-brewed cup of coffee. Who woulda thought vampires liked Dunkin' Donuts?
"Yeah, trust me, I know Angela." I tried to be SOMEWHAT sympathetic to him. Its not his fault he was born a guy. Actually, I really don't know who's fault it is, since the dad decides the sex of the kid, and all that. As we all know though, there was definitely no guy in the making of Lucifer Levy. But they may've been some handcuffs. Not quite sure.
"So then do what I said, and IGNORE IT." I shook my head and started fidgeting with my hands, not really knowing what else to say. "If you think he's bad, you have NO idea."
"I'm guessing this has to do with that Axel guy, or whatever." I'm not good with names.
"Mhmm," she mumbled as she took another sip. "Don't worry though, not all of them are like that. Some people in the lead-clan are actually pretty cool."
"Like Chelsea?" I smirked. Of course she had to be referring to her "bestest friend."
"I said cool, not slutty." Now she was the one smirking while I was just showing off my perfect technique of the Ashley Davies eye-roll. "If you're looking for a good lay, then she's your first pick." Well, I see how good of a friend she is.
But I wasn't gonna sit there and bitch her out about it.
"How would you know?" That's always a good conversation starter.
"Its this weird thing that the clans came up with forever ago." I leaned forward as she continued; genuinely intrigued. "When one of us is proposed to, the best friend--or in most cases sister--pretty much hooks up with the guy to see if he's 'worthy,'" she laughed and took another sip.
"So your best friend hooked-up with your soon-to-be wife?" She nodded. "WHAT THE FUCK?!"
"Well, its not like its JUST them two. It ends up being the couple, and then the friend, or sister, or whatever."
"That's so fucked up..." I whispered, in disbelief.
"Its not like we all sat there and fucked each other, Ashley. Its pretty much more of a seduction test thing, I guess." When I raised an eyebrow in response, she threw her arms in the air, obviously a little frustrated. "Whatever! I don't really know how to explain it. Its one of those 'you had to be there' things."
"No offense, but I'm kinda happy I wasn't." I smirked as she playfully smacked me on my arm. It was obvious to me that Angela whatever-her-maiden-name-is, was slowly coming back to life.
Slowly, but surely.