Hi. Sorry for the long wait. I had my birthday, didn't get one present (WHAT?) and my iPod was dropped in the umm,well, ugh the um, (nervous giggle) hehehehe, the toilet. Drat those brothers.(Pretty gross. Also, it's the only music electronic device our family has) So, my favorite inspirational action music have been on hold for a very long month. So this chapter might be a little dry. However, the next chapter is very funny. Hint: Concerns the tv and bat brides. (I haven't typed it up yet, double drat)
Authoress: so sorry about notupdating. I had a birthday and didn't get one present. Wawahawaa. Anyway here is the next chapter why hasn't anyone reviewed? U don't have to be signEd in to write a critique
Drac: hmm I could always drain anyone who refuses
Me: eew and chase all my reviewers away. No thanks.
Drac: are you sure?
Authoress me: -ignores- also my iPod was indisposed so sorry again.
Drac: no small loss you used that infernal device o kill my hearing.
Me: where is vh when I need him?
Drac: he went back to the vatican. He couldn'tstand your writing.
Me: what?
Carl: actually he went out to get more bullets in case this unbehaved menace threatens u again.
Drac: shut your trap u dimwit mOnk. This writer won't be here by the time Gabriel gets back.
Me: me about to die. U promise on the precious.
Drac: I lied. Confused. Huh. What's the precious.
Me: smeago... Dracula lied? Unbelievable.
Vh appears: my nemesis lied? Wow. Wait until the Vatican weekly founds out.
Drac turns red:why you...
Me: Carl quick the closet.
Vh and drac: not again.
Me: sorry People I have a story to post. Sorry about the squabbles. And don not forget to reveiw or I might take our sanguinary count up on his offer.
Drac: finally someone appreciates my persuasive measures.
Vh: clicks gun threatenly.
I roll my eyes.
Sabotage, Trip to the Mall, and a Date Gone Wrong
"Are you craxy?" Exclaimed Madeline, using the newest cool word, a mixture of cracked and crazy. "Yes," I replied, "now listen. I just had a very enlightening conversation with
Christopher Walker…" "OOH, that really hot bad boy?" She said with a mischievous grin. I rolled my eyes. "This is no joking matter," I said, "he just tried to kill me." Her startled
exclamation showed I had her attention, so I continued. "His mind was being controlled by that three times blasted…" "You've got to be joking!" she said in a grim voice. I shook my
head wearily. "So what happened," she said in a low whisper. "I fought back, hard, and I won." I uttered these words with just the ghost of a smile. "So what was that luscious
idea concerning the school?" she asked, quickly changing the subject. "If we don't shut down that facility, more people and kids are going to get hurt, or became chow," I said,
twitching my fingers nervously, "so, I came up with a plan, a minor variation on one I used when I was eleven." "You sabotaged schools when you were eleven?" Maddy said in
disbelief. I gave her a lopsided smile. "Hey, like I said, I was CRAZEY. Basically what I did was shut down the power, and cut a few wires. But everything was repaired by late
morning, and I was in school again by lunch. This time," I flashed a smile that would have made a fallen angel shudder, "this time, I have something much more spectacular
planned." "I'm not going to like this, am I," said Mads in a resigned voice. "Probably not. Okay. As you, and pretty much everyone else does not know, the school's main water pipes
are on the outside, along with the generator. See where I am going?" She just looked at me, a mixture of awe and fear on her face. "You sure you weren't bitten by a vampire," she
asked slowly, "because if you are planning on doing this, you are evil." "You have to fight fire with fire, as my Dad says. So, you coming?" "Of course," she snapped, "what do you
take me for, a little coward? Besides, you go by yourself, better chance for the vampys to pick you off. And girl, we can't afford to lose you. Besides Van Helsing, you have more
brains than all of us combined." I couldn't help but smile at that. It was easy to sneak out the back door that night, as Holly was already in bed, and my parents were watching
television. "We'll be back before they are even close to going upstairs," I reassured my friend. "What about video cameras?" Maddy asked, "the school is sure to have one." I smiled
my signature evil smile, and pulled out a gun. Madeline eyes bulged, "You're not planning on shooting the camera?' "Don't be silly. This, Maddy, is my father's paint ball gun. Only
one camera on the outside and plenty of paint pellets." "Where on earth to learn this type of stuff?" "This one came from NCIS," I explained with a grin. She just shook her head
with a sigh. If you knew how to find it, the water and electricity were easy to locate, and I set to work. After disabling the camera with the paint gun, I pulled out a wrench and
razor from my pocket and set to work. I shut off the electricity, and shredded the wire in several places, and the water pipes I just broke with the wrench. The generator I jammed
with broken bits of metal, and removed a few of the gears. Madeline grew alarmed as a massive gush of water streamed from the broken pipes. "What will that do?" she asked.
"Oh, just flood the entire basement with water," I said nonchalantly. "Flood the entire basement with water," she squeaked, "but that's…" "But that is perfect," I finished for her, "it
will take ages to pump the water out, and by then the vamps will be dead, or we will." "What a lovely thought," purred a voice. "Ah, that blasted reddie head," I shouted, searching
frantically for a weapon. 'Rats,' I thought, 'I left everything at home.' "What do you want now?" I said in a no-nonsense tone. "Master is angry at us for allowing you to escape so
many times," she said. "And you're telling me this," I said, not understanding why Aleera would be stopping for small talk. "Master is willing to make a deal. He guarantees he will
leave you and your friends alone if you will stop trying to kill him." "Allright, I'll agree to that," I said, ignoring Maddy's look of disbelief "but he has to agree to one thing first. He has
to go back to his world, and not touch another human again in our world again." "Master knew you would say that," she hissed angrily, "he said if you want him to go back to his
world, you must first have the monk's manuscript destroyed, and his family ring must be returned." "Tell him we'll have to talk this over in conference,' I said, walking away, "and tell
Master," here I spat the word, "that he's probably going to be disappointed. Cheerio." Aleera transformed into her bat form, and flew away. "Now what was that all about?" I asked
myself. "It was obvious," my friend said, "they want that paper and the Valerious Ring." "No, they are up to something. Dracula has just made a fatal mistake. He might think we are
a bunch of unintelligent school girls, but I just figured out his plan." I said, narrowing my eyes in thought. "Did I miss something," said Maddy confused. "Yes. Those vampires know
how to get back to Transylvania, their world, but they are staying. Why?" "Ugh, we taste better here?" "No silly. Put yourself into Dracula's shoes. Why wouldn't he want to go
back? His enemies are stuck in another dimension. There will be nothing to prevent his world domination plan from going into effect. So, why is he staying?" "He knows how to get
back, but can't?" suggested Maddy. "Exactly," I said, "I thought the same thing. And, he needs that ring to go back. Probably as Van Helsing was going through the window, he
triggered something. Or the window was actually a portal and could be opened only by the Valerious ring. Or some other mumbo jumbo like that." "I see. The manuscript says how
to kill him, so he desperately wants to get his claws on that, and he needs the ring to get back to his moth-eaten coffin," Madeline said sarcastically. "Righto," I said, glancing at my
watch, "but we better get back to our beds before my mom senses something a miss. I'd rather sleep in a coffin then have mother find out I am in the habit of wrecking school
property, and back talking vampires." We had just gotten to the back door when I heard a masculine voice whisper, "Wait up." "If that is Brice coming for a midnight rendezvous,
you are in trouble," I said glaring at my friend. "Actually," she replied, "you're the one in trouble, since it's Chris behind you." "What," I exclaimed, before I muffled the noise. "Hi
girls," he said softly, "mind if I intrude?" I turned around, and gave him a death squint, "Shove off, you are so not wanted." "Now wait a sec," Madeline protested, "he's being polite.
No need to be so rude." "I was thinking the same exact thing," Chris replied, and he flashed us one of his patent smiles. Madeline melted. "Oh brother," was all I could say. "Listen
kiddo," I said, giving him a glare of death, "it's probably close to midnight. Shouldn't you be in bed after that traumatizing experience in which you attempted to rip my throat out." "I
was wondering," he said slowly, "if you could go out to dinner with me sometime this week. Think of it as an I am sorry gesture. " "Absolutely not," I said, "I am so not getting close
to you ever again." "Hannah," Mads said, "reconsider. It wasn't his fault he nearly killed you." "Oh, whose was it then," I said frostily. "Actually, I was hypnotized or something,"
Chris said in protest, "I don't know what happened. I was sleep walking." "Sleep walking humbug. Go away and never come back," I said, preparing to walk into the house. "You
did invite me over for dinner several hours ago. I'm just repaying the offer." "And you declined, so shall I," I reminded the oh so annoying boy. "You invited him over for dinner?"
Madeline said, eyes popping. 'Agh, why was this so complicated?' I ranted inwardly. "My mistake," I growled. "So, around 7:00 perhaps?" he said, choosing to ignore my not so
subtle hints of refusal. I was about to tell him to get the heck out of here, when Maddy interrupted, "Sure, she'll be there, around 7:00 Thursday. Call tomorrow with the details.
Gotta go, Chris. Bye." And she pushed me into the house. "How could you do that," I was practically yelling at her by now. "You are socially impaired," she said coolly, "or you have
a social impediment, or whatever nonsense those physiologists say. All you needed was a little help. Anyway, the point is…" "The point is, you have no right to play matchmaker
without MY permission." "There was no need to be an icicle," she informed me, "all you needed was a little nudge in the right direction." "A nudge toward Christopher Walker is
definitely in the wrong direction," I said fuming. "He's one of those bad boys that girls love," Maddy said, as we walked toward the stairs, "you're the perfect type because you're
not a really bad girl, or a goody goody." "I want to be left alone," I said, lowering my voice as we scooted past the parlor, were my parents sat watching an old black and white
movie, "I want to be ignored by other people, except for my family, and you, when you are not being a pain in the derriere." We went slowly, since the stairs creaked if you pressed
on them to hard. "You mean except for Chris and the Van Helsing crew." "Whatever," I said going into my bedroom, "I am very displeased with you, and goodnight." I started to
close the door when I flung it back open and stuck out of head, "Oh, imagine what your friend Brice will think when he hears you have a crush on you know who," and I slammed
the door in her face, and bolted it. I heard her give a small groan, "You are in so much trouble Lycan Gal," she said through the lock, and huffed off to her borrowed room.
The next morning as I prepared some cardboard tasting cereal, my mom informed me school was out. She had not been told the reason, and asked me worriedly if there had been
any accidents recently. I shrugged and said maybe the teachers had gone on strike. As I brought my dishes to the sink, I heard our neighbor's children, talking excitedly. 'My
mechanical skills must have worked," I thought, feeling pleased with myself. As long as no police showed up and dragged me away to jail, I had succeeded. Dressing in faded blue
jeans, a flannel shirt, and my modified boots, I headed over to visits our guests without informing Maddy. I was extraordinarily irked at her, and thought I would give her the cold
shoulder for an hour or two. I let myself into her house with the spare key her parents had given me, and walked in. "Hi guys," I shouted. "Hannah," exclaimed Carl, "there is some
type of flying bird in one of the upstairs rooms. I was going to smash it, but Princess Anna wouldn't let me. She said it could be valuable." I hurried after him up the stairs. He timidly
opened the door to a spare bedroom, and I stuck my head in. I burst out laughing. "You muff," I said, "that's an alarm clock." Mrs. Bauer had this thing with parrots, and this
particular alarm clock was shaped like this bird. It even had plastic wings that flapped. I shut the thing off, then went to find Anna. To my surprise, she was in the den, tapping
slowly at a computer. I just stood there, flabbergasted. "Where on earth did you learn how to use a computer?" I finally asked. She shrugged gracefully, and clicked the mouse
twice. "Might I enquire as to what you are doing?" I asked. "I'm trying to find information about my family in your world," she said, eyes glued to the screen, "and the only info I've
found are outrageous lies." "You'll have to take that up with Mr. S. Sommers," I growled, "for writing that ridiculous screenplay. I wonder what would happen if he met you face to
face." "I'd give him a piece of my mind," said Anna, her rich accent dripping with disdain, "for goodness sakes. I didn't try to kill Van Helsing when I first met him, I was delighted to
have a monster hunter from the Vatican helping us." I gave a smothered laugh. Anna turned in the seat and glared at me. "What?" I asked, aglow with innocence. "There is nothing
between Mr. Van Helsing and myself," she said stiffly, "our relationship is purely businesslike." "I never said a thing," I replied, grinning. She would have returned with a smart
comment no doubt, when she froze. "What's wrong," I asked. "That cross," she said, appearing puzzled, "where did you get that?" "Ugh this?" I asked, fingering the family heirloom
that I was wearing, "it's my great-great-great grandmother's." Anna's brow wrinkled in confusion, "But there a painting…" she broke off and stared at my cross harder. " Never
mind," she said, "it's nothing." I returned a shrug and went off to check on Van Helsing, who as usual was polishing his gun. Ienna was staring in fascination at a cartoon, but shut
it off as soon as I entered the living room. "It appears that I'm not wanted," I muttered to myself. I was about get everybody off their lards by setting off the fire alarms or
something when my phone rang. It was mom. "Hannah," she said, sounding upset, "I need you to come home at once." "Mom, are you okay?" I had the stabbing fear that the
vamps might target my family since they had been having no such luck with killing me. "I'm fine sweetie, but a complicating matter has come up. Hurry back." The phone clicked off.
So much for giving Maddy the cold shoulder for an hour or two. Well the Co seemed fine without me, so after saying goodbye, I trudged back home. I was met by my parents who
shooed me into the parlor. My parents informed me that a distant relative had died, and that my dad had been made the executor of the property. "We'll be gone till Sunday
evening," my mom said, "we talked to Mrs. Bauer and she said she'll be back on Friday, the day we are leaving. Holly will be coming with us." The afternoon passed in a flurry of
packing, and around 3:00 I noticed Madeline had gone missing. Sticking my head out my sister's window (who was in the middle of an argument with my mom about a miniskirt she
had somehow acquired and was trying to secretly pack) I saw Madeline talking to Chris. I nearly fell out the window. I rushed down the stairs and flung open the door. Grabbing
Maddy's shirt collar, I jerked her away, and stared in outrage at the two offending persons. "How dare you try to concoct a date without…" "Ahem." We all froze as my dad
appeared on the steps. "What was that about a date?" He questioned. Don't even get my dad started on the topic of dating. He had a whole shelf of guns labeled with "B Pest
Control." B of course standing for boys. All the boys knew that to. "Well," said Chris with a smile, "Mads here has a get together with her friend Brice tomorrow evening, and she
invited myself and your daughter along." I glared in outrage at the lies that just seemed to flow off his glib tongue. "Hannah," he continued, "felt upset that Madeline hadn't
informed her of these arrangements sooner, since tomorrow she is occupied." "With what?' My dad said tersely. "With…" I started to say, before Chris cut me off, "With air hockey.
She and I had a quote "date" set up at the rec center were several of our friends hang out. That's all." My dad seemed unconvinced, but didn't comment. "Just work it out
peacefully," he said, with a pointed look at me, and went inside. "You little vermin," I said in a deadly whisper, as soon as the door closed, "how dare you?" "How dare I what?" He
said, staring into my eyes. Madeline gave a sentimental sigh. "Say I had a… a what did you say? Air Hockey? You are so dead Christopher," I said, and with a deft motion I slapped
him across the face. "You are a very interesting girl," he said holding his cheek, which was turning red. "How about we say I'm a guy-hater," I replied. The slap had not wiped the
sardonic grin off his face, and I was rapidly approaching boiling point, "second of all, wise guy, I will never agree to go on a date with you. You are a …" "What she really means,"
said Madeline "is that she's shy. This is all a big act. You know drama queen of the century. Anyway, she told me she really likes you, and Hannah will love to go out with you
tomorrow." I stared in horror at my best friend. 'I'd rather face down every vampire and Lycan then be put through this torture.' I thought. "Really," he said, smiling, "why didn't you
say so." "Agh, you people are evil," I shouted, "you both deserve to be eaten alive by the Leneran Hydra." Yes, my temper is violent when I'm upset. I stalked to my backyard and
made myself feel better by punching the fence. "Listen Mads," I said as she came looking for me, "don't give me any of that stuff about him being handsome and blah blah blah. He
tried to kill me. For all I know, he'll become mind possessed again and finish me for good. This might just be an act, pretending to be my best friend." Maddy just sighed, "You can't
be kicking vamps all the time," she said softly, "I'm just trying to get you out of that hard shell of yours." "By pairing me up with a guy who will rip my throat out." "Then bring back
up," she snapped, "have Anna or Carl there with a silver stake. You act a little helpless sometimes." "Carl on my first date?" I said in unbelief, "are you nuts? It would be slapstick
comedy/disaster/ and embarrassment all around." "Then Van Helsing." "Listen vampire lover. Van Helsing has a trillion more important things to be doing than guarding a girl and
her wacky friend," I was fast loosing my patience, "I'll go to dinner with Christopher, but, repeat, but, if he kills me, I will rise from my grave as a ghost and torment your life out."
"Wonderful," shrieked Maddy happily, "I'll go tell him my persuasive powers worked." And she bounded out of the yard. "Bring on the vamps," I muttered, "they are so much more
fun than this." I didn't have another chance to head over to see the Co. as my parent's kept me busy with a load of chores the entire afternoon. I was going to call the house
phone, but decided against it, as Carl would probably douse holy water over the device, thus causing a fire. I went to bed irritated and annoyed, at Madeline, at Chris, at the
vampires, and at myself.
Trip To The Mall
Thursday morning, no school. I awoke to bright sun streaming through my window, and not a bat in sight. My feelings of annoyance vanished, and so did my hard feelings toward
my best friend. My parent had to go out to settle there Friday absence with there bosses, so we had the house to ourselves. "We definitely need to do something different than
hunt vampires today," I informed Madeline, "let's get out and do something interesting." "Shopping?" Madeline questioned perkily. "That would be fun except…hmm, trying to have a
fun time with Ienna Valerious around would be the nightmare on Elm Street." "Point," Mads conceded with a sigh. I threw my face into a pout, and wondered how on earth Anna
could have gotten such a contrary sister. 'She's worse than Holly,' I thought. Then the idea hit me like a brick. "What a brilliant person I am," I exclaimed. Mads just looked at me
oddly, "Excuse me?" "Holly and Ienna. We can stick them together at that hot dog place in the mall and let them blab each others ears out while we mature people have a well
deserved holiday from getting mangled and bruised." "You sure have a way of expressing yourself," said Maddy with a laugh. "That I do," I replied, "anyway, I'm sure they'll love it."
"Except Van Helsing will try to blow up every store that looks goth because it's sure to be like a vampire hideout, Carl will try to stake anything that moves, and Anna…" "And Anna
will gaze wistfully at the rings, hoping that hunter boy will propose, right? What a wacky world we live in." I said with a chuckle. "I'll have to agree with you on that one." "One last
problem, how do we get to the mall? We could walk, but it's snowing." I said. Maddy gave me a diabolical smile, "Rumor has it your boyfriend has a driver's license. Isn't it perfectly
romantic that you saved him? Now he can do a favor for us!" "NO Way," I said sharply, "you keep your mouth shout or we're gonna have a full blown cat fight." Plans made, we got
dressed, and hurried over to were our Transylvanian guests were staying. "We'll go insane if we stay in the house all day," I informed them, "so Madeline and I have decided to
take you to this really cool place. But first we have to disguise you better." Nobody liked that idea, but I shut them up with a glare. Anna was the first victim. I braided her hair into a
French twist, got her into a purple tee with butterflies, white jeans, and Uggs with gorilla fur. After a lot of coaxing, I put on rose lipstick and a bit of blush on her. Madeline and I
looked at each other and started giggling like hysterical 6th graders. "Gabriel is so going to faint," Mads said. We pushed her out the door, and Van Helsing nearly had a heart
attack. We started giggling all over again as they looked at each other with dreamy eyes. "Your turn buddy boy," we said, staring at the hunter. He looked freaked out. "I don't
think so," he said. "But Anna will be so disappointed," wheedled Maddy. "Yeah, you don't want to upset a Princess," I added. We handed him a bundle of clothes, and he presently
reemerged from the room, in black jeans and black parka. The sleeves were a little short, but he would pass. "No hat, and no weapons," I added, "and brush that hair, it looks
horrible." Carl was fine after we outfitted him in a blue rain jacket, and Ienna got an old pink sweater of Mads. I ran back to my house (with all the running I've been doing, I'm
definitely going to lose some wait) and grabbed Holly, telling her some friends of Madeline had come over and we were taking them to the mall. Ienna and my kid sis sized each
other up then immediately became the best of friends, no surprise. We went outside and I made the decision to walk the distance to the shopping center. A light snow was falling,
and the weather was delightful to walk in. The mall was full of teens all chatting gaily, and a satisfied smug look filled my face. My conscience pricked me slightly that I wasn't feeling
the tiniest bit sorry for what I had done to the school. I shrugged. Oh well, all's fair in love and war and this was war. I steered the younger girls to a table and ordered two cokes
and a large fry. Madeline had been coaching Ienna in the do's and don'ts of what to do, so hopefully, nothing catastrophic would happen. Anyway, Holly had never seen the movie
Van Helsing. I showed the rest of the Co around, and we had a lot of fun, going into stores and whatnot. I bought Anna a frilly shirt and purse to remember us by if they ever got
back to Transylvania 18something, Van Helsing we got a black and red flannel shirt, and a knife with his name engraved on it. Carl seemed fascinated by the remote control
helicopters, so Mads and I forked into our wallet and bought it for him, along with two extra packs of batteries. Guys can be so juvenile some times. I almost bought Ienna a
yapping toy chiwawa, but decided against it and settled for a makeup and nail polish kit. We wandered back to the table, where I bought hot chocolates for everyone. Our entire
mall incident would have been a breeze , except our table was right next to a store that was selling Halloween Stuff. One of those lifesize witches was right behind where Carl sat.
Without warning, it started cackling. Carl shot twenty feet into the air, chocolate spilling all over a portly lady who was looking at discount masks. He rushed out the mall's entrance
and into the parking lot. I sighed, and we all followed after him.
Date Gone Wrong
That evening after me and Maddy were at my house, I got a text from Chris, saying he would pick me up at 9:00. Where on earth did he get my phone number, I thought annoyed. I
went to my room to find my friend had already picked out my outfit. I pair of tight dark blue jeans, my silver heeled boots, and an extraordinarily lacy top. "NO way!" I said, when I
saw the creation she wanted me to wear. She wheedled with me for twenty minutes till I agreed to wear the outfit. The she colored my nails, and the etc. (Girl stuff. Perfume,
eyeshadow, blush, blah blah blah etc) She even curled my hair with a hot iron. "You look fabulous," she said, "and in case there's trouble, just go all girl power kick bu** on the
dude." I rolled my eyes, and packed the bottle of holy water in my purse. Perfect. I hurried out the door as a flashy car jerked to stop in front of the house. It was definitely a big
bucks expenditure. "Since when did you get a license?" I asked primly as I hopped into the driver's seat. He just flashed me a grin, and stomped on the gas. I knew he was trying
to impress me, but it wasn't working. He stopped at a expensive looking Italian restaurant and inwardly I groaned. After ordering, we just sat staring at each other, each
wondering who should talk first. "Nice getup," he finally said. I grimaced slightly, "Yeah, next time you see Mads oh girl, you can compliment her." He just smiled, then leaned in
closer. "You know I was acting a little abnormal several days ago?" 'Uh-oh, here it comes,' I thought. I nodded. "I was, ahem, a vampire, ugh, Dracula was using me to…" "Yeah, I
already know," I said slowly, "I rescued you remember?" He smiled again, "I was spying on your house," he confessed, "that's how I got hypnotized." "So I assume you know
everything," I said, not sure whether to be relieved or angry. He nodded once before saying, "I do hope you'll let me help you. I'm a really good shot when it comes to guns." "To
dangerous," I couldn't help but saying. He let an impatient growl out of throat, "Don't give that to me sweetie. I know about Van Helsing, and the vampires, and your and
Madeline's role in the entire affair. You want to keep this a secret right? So humor me." I seriously gave him the death glare. This was the way he used to be when I had known him
casually, and he was always pestering me to go to some party with him or something. "Fine wise guy," I growled the signature Lycan growl, "I'll humor you, but…" My threat was
cut off as the food was served, and I realized that I hadn't even had one ready. After we got out of that horrifyingly fancy restaurant, he led me toward the pier. Get mind controlled
and try to throw me off the dock, I thought humorlessly. No one was in sight, and the winter air was crisp and clear. "Hannah," he said drawing nearer, "have you ever kis…" "Ag,
no, no." I said hurriedly, and turned my back to his. I could feel his eyes on my back, and I began to feel uncomfortable. He twirled me around. "Let's be friends," he was almost
pleading, "I could help you." He dropped his arm and he sat me down in a swinging bench. "Sure you don't want a kiss on your first date?" He said roguishly. "Not from you," I said,
tossing my head. His arm went around my waist and drew me nearer, "Why not?" His face was so close, and my heart started to melt, a tiny teeny bit. We both leaned toward each
other when….. "Well, two lovebirds. How romantic," cackled a harsh voice. I looked up to see Aleera staring down at us. "For goodness sakes, you couldn't even leave me alone on
my first date," I shouted, springing to my feet. I saw the other two brides inches away. "Each of our plans keep failing, you miserable little human,' said Verona icily, "an insignificant
little speck, and we can't exterminate you. Why?" "'Cuz vamps su** ( I don't use that word in my vocabulary, but it seemed to fit the moment) and Lycans rule," I said showing my
teeth. "You and your little friend are going to be tortured beyond belief," said Marishka gleefully. I rolled my eyes, "Lame threats don't work when none of your dire threats have
worked," I said. " especially when you guys are so lame and try to threaten me to do your lame commands." "What?" said Aleera. "How lame indeed," laughed Verona, "she's
repeating herself." "Hyperventilating is actually a better word to use," I said grinning, (This is fun, baiting vamp brides), "you are actually being lame, by repeating me and calling me
lame." "Hy-pa-vat-alat-ing?" said Marishka hesitantly. "Cheerio ladies," I said walking toward Chris's car, "I'll see you later when I'm not on a date." "We've come to warn you," said
Verona, "master did not like how you took his words so carelessly. Unless you agree to his will, you shall all die, or worse." "And all three had to come and tell me something you've
been telling me everytime I see you," I said, making my sentence really long on purpose. "This is the last warning. I you do not give up the ring and manuscript, you shall die." Chris
and I were already in the car. "No. Your lame threats are so lame, and they are so not going to work on lame, hyperventilative people like me." I slammed the door shut, and Chris
slammed down on the gas pedal as a shriek of rage followed us. "This is so fun," I laughed, "being lame from a vampire's point of view." Chris just shook his head. "They are
dangerous Hannah," he said, "you shouldn't treat them so flippantly." "Well, my first date. Not bad the ways things have been lately." I said, cranking up the radio. Chris parked a
block away since it was really really late, and my parents would have murdered me if they had found out. Luckily, they had gone to bed early since they would be leaving early the
next morning. We walked to the trellis that was under my window. "You sure you don't want a…" "Not yet," I said with a laugh, "but, I must say, I like you a little better than I did
before. See ya." And I sprang up the wisteria plant. I saw Maddy perched on my bed, looking like she couldn't wait to hear the dirt. I explained everything, then shooed her off to
her room, while I fell asleep.
Many miles away in an abandoned Mansion, the king of the vampires stood listening to his brides report. That human girl was still being uncooperative, but that was about to
change. Very shortly, they'd all be willing to do whatever he asked. Van Helsing would be dead, Anna would be a vampire, and one of those annoying girls would share the same fate.
VH: not enough action.
Carl: not enough studying.
Drac: not enough of me.
Me: agh Pulls hair.
Drac: that Christopher kid is seriously dim. U have to fall in love with me.
Me: yuck
VH: correction. She falls in love wih me.
Me: dreamy eyes. Your hat and coat are awesome.
Drac: if you Gabriel have been stealing her heart I will eat you.
Carl: fighting over ladies is considered bad taste.
Drac and vh: shut your trap.
Me: you can't eat Gabriel. He's my action muse.
Drac: oh really? Thats to bad.
Vh: finally I'm wanted. Now I can kill u.
Me: u can't kill vlad he's my hmm inspiration muse.
Drac: I'm flattered.
Vh: she still likes me than she likes you.
Drac: she likes me period. I'm more handsome. She even wrote I was going to turn her into a vampire.
Me: no. I said u wanted to.
Vh: Picks up paPer. Agh. Gargoyles are so annoying.
Me: so are vampires.
Dracs eyes turn red.
Me hastily: and talented.
Drac: u complimented me. She definatley likes me over u Gabriel.
Vh: u blastedbrant head... I mean fang head.
Carl: vh pleas try not to provoke anyone to anger.
All three of my guests start dithering while I attempt to post this.