This chapter is dedicated to littlenad1 for creating Freya Crell :) Hehe.
(BTW, I only have school because it gives me a filler)
This one's short, because I don't know what to write.
This is going to be one short book, since I can't drag something out, like Stephenie Meyer did.
Yeah, so threatening Miss Swan got me no friends. Not that I cared, I just wanted that Victoria bitch dead, and my life would go back to normal-ish. I might kill Miss Swan, she pisses me off, and then I'd get hunted by Cullens, and I'd probably kill them too. Life's good that way.
I pulled some stockings over my legs, and put some elbow length, fingerless gloves on. It was supposedly a cold day, and I couldn't be wearing a pair of shorts and a singlet, could I? I mean, it was snowing, for goodness sake. I'm sure Jordan made that happen.
I love the snow.
I put knee legnth, red converse on, and looked in the mirror.
At the moment, I was wearing a pair of black, short shorts, black opaque tights, my converse, red skivvie, black fingerless, elbow gloves (that went over the shirt) and a black waistcoat.
I nodded in approval.
"Bye guys!" Freya called.
"Have fun at Uni!" I called back.
"Yeah, yeah," she said, and then she was gone. It was about six in the morning, and I decided to get changed early, since I had nothing to do.
"I'm going for a run," I said, not waiting for a answer I jumped out of a window, and ran off. I found myself in California before I turned back. I had gotten a new car on my way back, since I love watching Top Gear, and I had a lot of money.
I had bought a Aston Martin DB9. Why I was talking about it? I needed to change the tires to snow tires. When I had finished, I had driven to school, listening to Raised by Wolves by Falling in Reverse. I really liked the song.
After school, I went to visit a close Coven, Angels Of The Night, after a snack on Andrew. I had taken Jordan with me, since they were really only ours, and Freya's, but she would be somewhere, hunting in some other state. I think she may be in Seattle.
"Hello there," Daire Sheeran (pronounced Dara, or she'll chop your head off) said, coming towards us, and kissing my cheeks.
"Daire," I said smiling. "It's fantastic to see you, my dear."
She smiled, her gold eyes with a red tinge sparkled. She was mostly vege, but she was both. It was just the fact of whatever was in the woods at the time, not like she'd check. She was a petite vampire, her hair blonde, styled like the latest scene look, that was very long. She wore scene like clothing. "It is," she said. "So what do we owe the honour?"
"It's boring," I said, leaning on the back of my seat. "There's also the fact I would like you to join us with killing a newborn army. I don't expect the Cullen's to manage, but I wouldn't know."
"Might as well," she said.
"I must warn you, they work with wolves."
She growled, as she stood up. "I kindly refuse," she growled. "They killed my mate, Cordelia."
I shrugged. "Okay," I said, getting up. "Such a shame. Good day, I must be getting to Italy."
I was in my car, and so was Jordan, and we drove to the closest airport. I was hesitant to leaving my car here, because of theives, but I did. If it was gone when I was back, people are dying.
We got onto the plane to Volterra.
We're going to see the Volturi.
I want to tell them to keep their asses away from the newborn army, the Cullens plan on killing them.