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**Samantha's P.O.V**
"You rode in a van?"
"Yeah, why?" Angela says as I tie off her hair.
Normally, the council sends a car, not a van.
She turns to face me.
"What was going on when they picked you up?" I ask, feigning curiosity.
"It's kind of hard to remember but... there was.. a group of men, huddled above something on the ground. It looked like they were examining whatever was there and... a lot of people were hurrying back-and-forth like something needed to be done."
I wonder if she changed into her vampire form without even knowing it. If that happened, she could've done anything, I mean, why were there so many people around?
I can only think of one reason why men were huddled above something on the ground...
"Is that usually what happens?" she questions, breaking my daze.
I look up at her, then look at the clock on the wall. "Uh- yeah, I think so- You know, we've been through a lot today. We should go to sleep, It's already midnight." I say, changing the subject.
"Oh wow, I didn't even notice. I guess I am kind of tired." she says, yawning.
That was fast.
"Alright, get yourself comfortable and I'll turn off the light." I give her a weak smile.
I go into bed and place my hand on the light switch. Angela does the same, getting comfortable in her bed, falling asleep as soon as her head hits the pillow.
With the light off, I stare at the ceiling. Why would they follow a different procedure? I've never seen them act this way with a recruitment unless--no, that's not right. It doesn't make sense that she would provoke such a reaction. I know that something important happened to warrant the van, and the fact that she doesn't remember what took place makes everything worse.
That means it was so traumatizing she doesn't want to remember. Honestly, I kind of wish I could do the same...
And why didn't they let me see her until recently? It's not like she's hiding something important; they know she's adopted and that she's been in a good home for the majority of her life, so she has no reason to lose control. They know who she is, so maybe that has something to do with it. Obviously, Jesse thinks she isn't a threat, otherwise he wouldn't have let her stay.
But the blood and the fact there were multiple people suggests something else. It only takes a few people for the pickup crew and recruitment, what she described was something out of an investigation show... it was like a crime scene.
She couldn't have hurt anyone—not in her normal state.
I realize I've unconsciously gotten out of my bed to pace a groove into my floor. I become aware of the tension in my shoulders and that I've been gnawing on my thumb for a while.
I have so many questions about her pickup. There are so many holes in the details; I need to figure this out. It just doesn't make any sense.
But I don't want to wake her up, she's probably dreaming by now.
How can she do it? If I were her, I'd be thinking about what happened. Oh, wait.. I am thinking about what happened.
Ugh, I can't rest, which means I'm going to crash some time tomorrow... I might as well spend my night in the kitchen.
I sigh as I carefully and quietly twist the door handle, releasing a small, high-pitched creek when I pull. I open it wide enough to fit the side of my body between the frame and door. I look back at Angela, who stirs just a little at the sound, and I fully step out into the hallway.
As I walk down the stairs, my hand slides on the rail. I pause, noticing the light to the kitchen is already on.
I also hear some bags and soda cans moving. Continuing with a stealthy walk, I hide behind a wall, just past the living room, and peak at who's entered into the kitchen. All I can see is this person's back and that he-or she-is hunched over in the fridge, wearing a blue shirt.
I give the air a sniff and realize it's a guy. Guys have a distinct type of scent and so do girls. If it were a girl, I probably wouldn't still be hiding behind the wall. By now my entire body is glued to the wall where he can't see me. I hold my breath, hoping he doesn't catch my scent, and decide to tip-toe back to my room. I have a feeling I do not want to start this interaction.
Please don't see me, please don't see me, please don't see me... I repeat over and over again in my head until finally-
"Hey, there." says a soft, masculine voice. Immediately, I recognize who it is.
Damn it.
I turn to face Darren with a fake smile. There he is, leaning on the counter before the fridge and holding an apple. "Hi, Darren." I say, pursing my lips.
He bites the apple. "What are you and those tight, short-shorts of yours doing down here at midnight?" he says with a smirk. He then proceeds to chew whatever is in his mouth.
Disgusting.
"What are you doing here?" I say, crossing my arms.
"Feisty, me likey." Darren smirks.
I sigh and am about to walk away when he holds up his long index finger, telling me to wait before going back upstairs. He swallows and drinks some Coca Cola. "Aren't you the friend of that new girl? What's her name..... Angela something?"
"Why?" I ask suspiciously.
"She's pretty hot."
"Ugh, seriously? I'm not gonna set you up with her if that's what you were thinking."
I start to walk towards the stairs, but Darren runs and puts his hand on my shoulder, scaring me. I grab his arm and with my vampire strength flip him on his back and twist his wrist.
"Ow, jeez, someone's been paying attention in battle class." he says through gritted teeth.
"It comes naturally, now what do you want?" I ask harshly. He hesitates for a second and I slightly twist his wrist a little more, also twisting his entire arm. Darren flinches in pain while flexing his well-toned muscles.
"Hey, not so rough!"
In a loud whisper I say, "Sh! Be quiet, people are sleeping!!"
"Do you want me to answer the question, or not?"
"Just answer the question." I demand
"As long as you let me go, I'll ask you."
Slowly, but hesitantly, I let him go. Darren rises to his feet and holds his wrist, moving it in a circular motion. He stands about three inches taller than me.
"Damn, that really hurt... Let's be civilized people tonight, alright?" He pauses, sincerity in his eyes. "All I wanted to know is if the rumors are true..."
Lifting an eyebrow, "What rumors?"
"I-is she a... um... seriously? You don't know what I'm talking about?"
I look at him weirdly for a second. Can I trust him? He looks genuine enough. Besides, who is he going to tell?
Resolve crosses my features as I walk towards the kitchen again, Darren following closely behind. As I open the door to the freezer I say, "Of course I know what you're talking about, she's my best friend."
I take out the cookie dough ice-cream and close the door. Then I find the ice-cream scoop, a bowl, and a spoon.
He sits on a stool next to the counter. "Then is it true?"
"Yes, she's half-human, half-vampire." I say while scooping out some ice-cream and placing it in my bowl.
"No, the other things."
I put away the bucket and scoop, then take a seat next to him. He stares at me with his bright blue eyes and says, with the quietest tone, "So she really could be our next ruler? Does she have green eyes?... " and in a whisper, "Is she the daughter of the Queen?"
A/N:
Hey, guys!! This chapter's kind of short, I'll write more for the next one, and this is my first book on wattpad so please bare with me. C: I have an idea for the plot but it's not set in stone. Sorry if I've made any mistakes or seem like I'm jumping back and forth, I'll try to stick to what I'm going for.
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{UPDATE!!!
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