Bite Me

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Four-Charles Either Is PMSing, Or He’s Got A Rock In His Shoe

Shivering, I throw my blankets away from me. It barely covers me! I glance at the small clock near my dresser. In big bright lights, it reads: 4:45am. I grunt, standing up from my bed. I go over to my dresser and pick out some shorts and a tank top, since I will be running today. After a quick shower I apply my make up the brothers bought for me; Red lipstick and black mascara. Just the way I like it. Once I get down the stairs, I groan.

They’re not gonna let me leave the house to go running.

So instead I walk over to the living room, only to see everybody’s up, watching the news. They slowly snap their gaze to me.

“Oh, look, the human’s up.” Charles announces, turning back to the TV.

“Don’t you guys sleep?” I ask, my eyebrows furrowing.

Henry shakes his head, grinning. “Vampires don’t sleep.”

“Oh, so Twilight does have some facts right.” I say, sitting down on the comfy couch. Everybody laughs except Charles. What’s his deal? Is he mad about yesterday?

Bart looks at me. “Were you going for a run?”

I sigh. “Well, I was, until I remembered I’m some sort of prisoner.”

Charles grunts. “You got that right.”

“Charles! She can go run if she wants to. I mean, we’ll watch her.” Edward offers.

Charles stares at his brother. “No. She can’t leave the house. That’s the end of it.” He almost yells. Everybody drops it after that, so I decide to change the subject.

“How old are you guys?”

“154.” Henry replies.

“153.” Edward says, his eyes glued to the TV.

“152.” Charles mutters, not even glancing my way.

“150.” Clinton answers.

“I’m 144. I hate being the youngest.” Bart mumbles.

My mouth drops. There’s no possible way they can be that old. “H-how?”

Clinton sighs. “I told you this like two times already. We. Age. Slower. Our hearts are not as fast as yours, so we age slower, and stay alive longer.”

“How old are you in human years?”

“Henry’s 26, Edward’s 25, Charles is 24, I’m 22 and Bartholomew is 16.”

“Stop calling me that, Clint!” Bart growls, narrowing his eyes but Clinton only chuckles.

“How old are you?” Charles pipes up, now looking at me.

“24.” I answer, still thinking about their ages. Charles attention goes back to the TV with a huff.

Glancing around the room, I still don’t see how I’m not that afraid. This is like some horror movie gone wrong. Here I am, with five brothers that are vampires. And they’re watching TV. I thought vampires sleep in coffins, suck blood all night, and are extremely scary. But I stand corrected, or should I say, sitting corrected. They’re as nice as can be, with the exception of Charles.

“Nora?” Edward asks after some silence.

“Mhm?”

“How the hell did you get into this mess?”

I crack a grin. “That’s what I keep asking myself.” Edward chuckles silently while everybody else has smiles on their faces, except Charles of course. What is with him?

Clinton clears his throat, and all attention goes to him. “I, um, guess…I um…”

“Spit it out!” I encourage.

“I’m sorry for bringing you into this mess!” He says in one big rush. I blink at him. Did he really just apologize, or am I dreaming?

“Your not dreaming!” He snaps, making me frown.

“Stop reading my thoughts! They’re personal!”

He smirks then turns to Henry and slaps him on the head. “Ow!” He sighs. “Fine, fine.” He looks at me. “Sorry I didn’t stop Clinton.” He mumbles shyly.

“Yeah, from what I recall you were kicking dirt.” I laugh, Bart joining in.

Bart swings an arm around me. “I’m not sorry for what you did Clint. Now I have a best friend.”

“Aww!” I grin.

Charles frowns. “Bart have a crush?”

He grimaces. “She’s too young for me.” We all burst out laughing.

“I remember you saying something about your sister? And why the hell were you out at 1:30 in the morning?” Henry asks.

I groan. “My twin wanted to do some sisterly bonding and decided to go to a club, like around midnight. She ditched me when she was drunk and went off with some boy, so I was stuck walking home alone. She still acts like she’s a teen, which is really annoying.”