My Vampire Slayer

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Chapter 10: Road Trip & Many Secrets

Dravin's POV ( By some fan's requests)

I wandered around my room, packing a few pairs of clothes in my suitcase before packing up my laptop and my Slayer gear, zipping up the suitcase tightly and tossing it on my bed. I pulled my sweatpants up a little as I walked to the bathroom and ran my hands through the water, rubbing my face gently.

I glanced at my reflection and saw the bags under my eyes. I hadn't gotten any sleep last night. My night consisted of hunting three vampires down so my uncle would finally be satisfied enough so I could just take Jezebel away from here for a little while. I had already planned it. I was taking Jezebel all the way to New York where her scent would be mixed in with everyone else's so they wouldn't find her. I would give her any treatment she wanted and bring her to a place every hour of the day. We would leave early in the morning each day and get back late at night for a good night's sleep. I needed her to trust me so I had to be prepared for her various questions.

I quickly made my way out of the bathroom knowing the time was about 7:30 and I was due to pick Jezebel up at 8:00. It was beyond me how her parents had taken this so easily. I had already got our homework and everything but to just take her out of school and go on a mini vacation with a boy?

If they only knew my true age, I thought as I grabbed a pair of clothes and stripped my pants off. I pulled my t-shirt over my head and dumped the clothes onto my floor.

I shoved my legs through the midnight blue jeans and stopped them in the middle of my butt. I clipped on a black studded belt not caring that my boxers were showing for the world to see. Everyone knows guy's wear them so what's the point of hiding them? it's not like I was trying to show them off, I just didn't care if people saw.

I grabbed a white tank top and put it on then shoved on a baggy black sweatshirt that read " The Black Dahlia Murder." in red. I quickly brushed and combed my hair and grabbed my bags, closing my room door.

I knocked on my sister's and waited for a reply. Silence.

" Alice, i'm leaving. You gonna come hug your little brother?" I raised an eyebrow and smirked at the door. She still didn't answer.

" She's out." I snapped my head towards the hallway and found my uncle standing at the end wearing a suit like always. His hair was gelled and slicked back to give him a mature look. His arms were crossed and his facial expression was hardened as he clenched his jaw.

I cleared my throat awkwardly and made my way down the hall, brushing past him lightly as I made my way to the front door.

" Where'd she go?" I turned and looked at him, placing my hand on the knob. No way was I leaving him in here while I was gone. My uncle may know alot of things going on right now but there's one certain thing he didn't know and me and my sister would never tell him.

" She was leaving just as I was walking through the door." He shrugged and followed me as I opened it and gestured for him to get out first.

My stomach dropped and my hands suddenly felt clammy as I slammed the door behind me, following my uncle out of the apartment building. Knowing my uncle had saw my sister made me clench my jaw tightly. My uncle never got along with Alice. She was a strong, independent girl and now a woman. She had disappeared when I was ten and she was 15. She finally came back for me about a year ago begging for forgiveness and for me to let her stay with me. Of course, I had accepted. She was my sister. Why wouldn't I? But that's another story.

My uncle kept a close eye on me as I loaded my bags into my Hummer H3T two seater Truck. Yes i have three cars. This baby, my motorcycle and my convertible. To be completely honest, I loved my motorcycle the best, but if I was bringing anyone with me I mostly took this car. My convertible was for when I was out hunting because it was quieter than my motorcycle.

I slowly turned to my uncle and dug my hands into my sweatshirt pocket. I blew out a breath and raised my eyebrows at him as he crossed his arms strictly.