《Sway(Wattys 2015)》Pack up
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It was still dark when I woke up , the sound of someone arguing on the phone caused me to get out of bed. I assumed it was Ivan as he was the only other person who was in the hotel room. He wasn't in the same room as me but the voices were coming from the bathroom.
I didn't go near the door instead I went to the sink to make a drink, I still tried to over hear what he was saying.
"No they were looking for the papers.......shes here............see you.....yeah.....bye." I heard the door handle turn and I tried to play it off.
"I know you were listening" he blankly States
"Sorry"
"We need to go back to the mansion now, come on" he instructed
"Wait, we don't have a car and I can't run anymore" I replied
"Is that all you had, the stuff that you were wearing ?" I nodded my head in response.He walked up to me and wrapped his arms around me.
"Hold on" before I could protest , everything went black , I felt like I was floating , the air was Ice cold.All of a sudden we were back at the mansion.
My feet felt like jelly and my head felt to heavy for my shoulders.
"Vampire speed?" I questioned
He shook his head "teleportation".A huge smile of my face appeared, I held back from freaking out , instead I mentally screamed to myself.
"Why was everything black does it-" I looked back but he wasn't there, he had vanished , I called his name but he didn't reply, after a few minutes I decided to head back to my room. It was still dark outside, when I reached my room I got in the shower and into some comfortable clothes, I checked my clock and the time was 1 am. Once again the need for sleep took over me.
Ivan had returned with Rogue just like he said.Things went down at the office, we were walking out of the office to of had the misfortune of running into the werewolves.We sent the girls to the cars whilst we had a little chat with the filthy mutts.Turns out they were looking for Ivan, but he wasn't there.Cyrus being the short tempered vampire he is decided to give them a piece of his mind ,they didn't take it very well as they reacted by taking a piece of him, a chunk in fact. In any other situation he would of healed by now, but he was attacked by the alpha.Ivan is the only one who can help him, so that's why we called him.
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"He's weak , his body isn't repairing , we were all attacked ,but the alpha bit him , you have to get him help or he will die" I tell Ivan.
"I can't bite him, I'm not strong enough , I don't know what will happen" Ivan replies as we stand outside the mansions operating room.
"The witch can help ,she treated Chris when he was attacked, she only trusts you , if you leave today he might make it" I suggest
"My scent, that's how he found us before, he will only track it again"
"Take Rogue she had a strong scent , it will confuse them ,it will cover it up"
"I'm not dragging her along with me ,it will take longer , if anything happens to her I'll have my parents on my case ,not to mention Ana she will never forgive me if I let her precious friend die"
"She won't ,who's going to kill her?" I ask
"I will, she gets on my nerves, she's brave and stupid, I haven't got the patients for her shit" he says with irritation.
I tried my hardest to fight the smirk growing on my face.
"We don't have a choice, Ivan" I reply
"I'll go, I'll be a week max keep him alive until then. I don't want my parents knowing about this"
With that he left.
Me and the girls were sat in the living room watching the TV, I had no idea what it was but it very interesting, the knocking of the door caught some of the girls attention.Tasha rose from the chair to answer the door.
"Hello sir"
"Hi" by now everyone'sattention , including mine had turned towards the door.
"Come in" Tasha stepped aside to let in the guest ,to my surprise in walked Mr Stone.He scanned the room until his eyes landed on me.Oh no ,my punishment , I knew I shouldn't of trusted him,how could I be so stupid.
"Is there a problem sir?" Tasha asked
"No there's not a problem ,I'm just here for someone" All the girls began to look at each other with excitement and curiosity.They all readjusted themselves hoping he would pick them.There thirst made me role my eyes in annoyance.
"Rogue" all the girls looked at me , for a second it was confusion but it was quickly replace with jealousy and aggravation. I got up from the chair and walked towards him.
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"Pack your stuff" he said whilst walking towards the chair.I looked at him hoping to get any further information but instead I received a childish answer.
"What?... don't you know how to pack a bag or do you want me to help you?" he mocked.I faked laugh then walked to my room to pack a bag.But the only thing is,I didn't know what to pack.
I found the biggest bag I had and put in some toiletries, I went to the wardrobe to get some clothes.I stood there and looked at my clothes trying to decide what to pack, then in barged Ivan.
"I was only joking when I said you couldn't pack a bag but turns out you actually can't" he teased
"I know how to pack a bag, thank you very much ,maybe if you used that big mouth of yours to to tell me where we are going then things would happen a lot quicker" I snapped
"Please forgive me I didn't realise I had to explain everything to you ,you little cretin" I glared at him
"How would you like it if I called you a cretin or another name" I questioned
"Try it and see what happens, but I guarantee i won't be the one with a broken nose" his comment made my jaw drop.Hit me...ha I don't think so.
"Pack something warm, we're are going to the forest"
"Are you serious?"
"Hurry up" he closed the door and I carried on packing.
I packed: two knitted jumpers,a black raincoat, a long sleeved top,3 T-shirts,a vest,2 pairs of jeans,tracksuit pants,shorts,pyjamas ,knee length socks, underwear ,a beanie,converse,knee high boots and a scarf. It all managed to fit inside my small suitcase, I picked it up and carried it out of the room to meet Ivan.
"I'm done" he stared at my bag with curiosity.
"What? Ive packed for a week" I shrug
"Whatever" he shook his head and walked out the room.
"What the hell, where are you going Rogue!" Tasha asked
"It's another job" I respond
"Oh right, be careful ok " Tasha gave me a hug. I was looking for Nicole but I couldn't see her, I brushed it off assuming she was with Colt. I said goodbye to the rest of the girls and left , I had to run to catch up to Ivan who was carrying a bag that was three times the size of mine.
"And you thought I packed loads" he didn't respond instead he walked outside and put his bag in the car. He held the boot open and waited for me to put mine In , it was definitely heavier then it looked, I tried many times but failed , I could hear him laughing to himself.
"What are you laughing at?"
"You" I glared at him but it only made him laugh more.He grabbed hold of my bag ,but I kept my grip on it not wanting him to make a fool of me.
"I got it" I snapped
"Cute" was his reply,he snatched the bag of me and put it in the car. His famous smirk was plastered on his face, I stomped to the front seat, I made sure to slam the door.
"Unless you want you're head between that door, I wouldn't do that again, it isn't my fault you're weak and pathetic" he calls out.
I glanced at the side mirror to see Nicole walking towards the car.
"Nicole?"
Both of the back doors open and in climbed Nicole and Colt.
"What are you doing?" Ivan asked
"Coming with you, I had a feeling something bad was going to happen ,you'll thank me later" colt replied. I didn't care at this point I was just thankful I had someone with me.
We began our journey to out destination.
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