Of Course I Would Be The One To Accidentally Prank Call The Vapire Prince...

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Here's the first part I'm hoping to post tonight.  Cross your fingers that I'll get the other parts up.  It's either going to be in part 5 or 6 that she meets a certain prince.  So my goal is to try to let you guys meet the prince tonight.  As long as all goes well, (aka I don't get tired, and my lappy doesn't spazz) then you should be getting 2 more of those little emails that say "ImagineThat has posted a new story!"

So enjoy Part 4 and know that the action is about to seriously pick up. ;)

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Part 4

It didn’t take me long to get to Mirandas’ house.  Mostly do to the fact that I ran most of the way, but I realized later I needn’t have hurried.  Because

a)      House-guarding is seriously boring and

b)      Not that much happens in a middle class neighborhood in an incredibly small town at eight o’ clock at night.

But of course I didn’t know that, I was prepared to pull a full out Buffy.  But instead that jerk of a vampire didn’t even show up.  I crouched there under the bushes outside Miranda’s window for nine and a half freaking hours and absolutely nothing happened.  By the time five thirty rolled around I was annoyed as heck.  Not just because I had sat outside all night either.  No, that hadn’t been that bad, I was a little tired but whatever, I’d live.  What I was channeling as annoyance was actually what I think was good old-fashioned worry for Miranda.  The vampire hadn’t shown up, or if he had he was too powerful for me to be able to detect.  So that means that one of two things happened.

1)     He showed up, saw me, and decided to toy with me and my friend, which was so not cool, or

2)     He had showed up, seen me in all my terrifying glory of hiding-in-the-bushes-hood and decided he didn’t want a fight with me and that it would be better for his health to walk away.

Now I like to think it was the second one, but truthfully I look about as terrifying to an old vamp as one of this little foofy yapping dogs that are majorly annoying but can be kicked from about here to Nebraska with no effort at all.  So not a confidence booster that parallel.

I sighed and rolled out of the bushes and pushed myself to my feet.  The sun was coming up, no vampire in their right mind would attack a human in the daytime, way too conspicuous.  So I knew Miranda was okay, for now anyway.

My stomach growled and my head spun with dizziness but I ignored it.  It was something I had mastered last year, I could be close to passing out and still walk a perfectly straight line.  I thought that was pretty cool.  Sure doesn’t feel that cool though.

  I slipped quietly away from Miranda’s house and threw my backpack on as I started jogging.

Jogging seems to be especially odd that way, just the act itself is enough that people assume you’re exercising and don’t find it weird that you’re up at five freaking thirty.  Even with my backpack on the tennis shoes seemed to be enough to appease people.

Or it was if the couple that jogged past me in full out running gear were any indication.  Their eyes gave me the once over and upon seeing my shoes smiled and waved with far too much cheer for anyone that was normal up at this hour.

  I kept up the loping jog until I was about two blocks from Emory High.

I felt my perpetual frown that seemed to befall me whenever I was within five hundred yards of the school fall across my features.

  I didn’t go up to the doors though, I waited outside the gates.  Yep that’s right, Emory High has gates.  Like the faculty somehow expects that to keep out rambunctious high school-ers with nothing better to do then vandalize buildings.  I rolled my eyes at some snickering seniors a few yards away hiding behind the hedge as they watched the principle pull up to the building.  I knew without looking that they had vandalized the main building.

I rolled my eyes, shrugged off my backpack and dropped to the ground beside it.  Emory High’s not real big on people on their grass but, hey it was softer then asphalt and telling me to stay off the grass was like telling me to play in the street.  And I doubted they wanted me to get killed by an oncoming car.  Not that it would exactly kill me, but that’s beside the point.