"One day someone will walk into your life and make you realize why it didn't work out with anyone else-Unknown"
I watched from a distance as he sat on the couch, feet kicked up on the coffee table as if he didn't have a care in the world. The Tv was set on low, but it seemed as though it was on high because of the stillness of the living room, only his breaths filling the air. I cringed inwardly.
Just look at him; sitting there all high and mighty as if he didn't shatter my little sister's heart to pieces only hours before, than stitched it up with his charm and a kiss.. It seems like a fairy-tale, so unreal. There dramatic love story was so interesting that I had fallen asleep right before they had kissed, which Sam didn't mind filling in the blank's of my story. He loved rumors and drama, he was worst than a teenage girl. Way worst than Missy, or 'Crimson' as David loved to call her.
He wouldn't get off with hurting her; I had always had a low temper, but now that I'm one of the undead every little thing seemed to spike it. I hated David for hurting her, she's my baby sister.
A growel was trapped behind my lips as I continued to stare at him. My adenine was rising,I could feel it throb within my veins, but simply ignored the animatistic urge to jump at him.
His eyes remained glued to the tv screen, a sudden smirk jumped on his lips.
"Groweling isin't going to help your situation, Michael." He hissed, sarcasm dripping from his every word.
Jesus Christ he won't stop! Every word that escapes his mouth has to be either hateful or sarcastic... Can't he ever say something without so much as a smirk? Fuck, he was really annoying me to no end.
I inhaled deeply, something Missy had tought me for times like this, when I was angry. Thinking of her just made my anger rise, though I controlled it, for her. I knew she wouldn't want me to hurt him.. Not now after he ended up sweet talking her like Star had sweet talked me. But I would get him back.. He deserved it.
"You want to make a jump at me Micheal?" he suddenly groweled, his face turning cold and soild. I honestly didn't know what to do, I was standing in front of the leader-to-be, after Max steps down of course. He was the rightful leader of the lost boys, our gang of 5 rebelious boys, including his self. Was I ready for this?
"Your thoughts say it all. Are you going to jump or not? I'd really like to finish this, now." He was in leader mode, you could tell. His voice wasn't teasing and playful anymore, but harsh and cool.
I hadn't realized how quiet I was being until he had to state the obvious... I wasn't talking, not at all. Jesus, what the hells wrong with me? Why was I scared of this guy?
I wasn't scared of the guy who just so happened to be stareing at my little sister as she walked up the front stoop the very first day she arrived. I wasn't scared of ripping his throat out and changing from my blood stained clothes once I had gotten home.. Blood made mom stomach sick, I would have never guessed.
"You hurt her." Was all I could state. I heard his dark chuckle echo throughout the room.
"I didn't hurt her. By rights, I was protecting her." I nearly laughed. My fear was slowly draining away, but I didn't let my guard down. Never would I do that.
"Protecting her from what?-"Before I could awnser, a loud echo erupted was heard, and I was slapped to the ground. David, only inchs away.
"From me."
My blood ran cold. Was he going too kill my baby sister?
"No, I was hungry though."
Fuck off playing with my mind! I can't handle this!
"Neither could Star." He answered cooly, even though I hadn't spoken for the 100th time tonight.
"Don't you talk about her!"
A/N: SORRY IF MY WRITING STYLE IS DIFFERENT, AS SOON AS I GET BACK INTO WRITING IT WILL CHANGE AGAIN!:)
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