Status: Hiatus.
We Will Never Believe Again.
Chapter Two.
I spent hours in that room, waiting. My white blonde hair was a mess, but with my hands still tied behind my back, I couldn't fix it. Needless to say, that pissed me off. My purple sweatshirt was zipped up too high and it was choking me a little, but that was planned, I could just tell.
The door was slammed open, and in came the vampire, looking as angry, yet dead. He scared me. I had never seen a vampire look dead like that.
“What’d you say your name was?” he asked, stopping directly in front of me. I let out a small heh, smirking at him.
“What’d you say yours was?” I countered, giving him an unwavering stare. He glared at me.
“I didn't,” he said shortly. I shrugged the best I could, still being tied to a chair and all.
“Then, I’m not telling you mine,” I informed. I sense I was pushing a wrong button with him, and I was proven correct when he kicked the leg of my chair, sending me backwards and to the ground. In a flash, he was hovering over me, sneering.
“Name's Pete. And you?” he asked in a low growl of a voice. I smiled, showing him my fangs.
“Alice Wonder.”
“Alice Wonder. I’ve heard the name before,” Pete mumbled to himself. I shrugged, licking one of my lip rings, the hoop spinning a little.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if you did,” I said quietly. He looked down at me, squinting a little, trying to remember.
“The coupe against the Dandies,” he said shortly. “It failed, didn’t it?” I chuckled, shaking my head.
“Of course you’d think that. It was a scare tactic. Let them know of our existence,” I explained. “And this,” I said, nodding to the chair I was tied to, to the room, to him. “Is all part of it too.”
The door was slammed open, and in came the vampire, looking as angry, yet dead. He scared me. I had never seen a vampire look dead like that.
“What’d you say your name was?” he asked, stopping directly in front of me. I let out a small heh, smirking at him.
“What’d you say yours was?” I countered, giving him an unwavering stare. He glared at me.
“I didn't,” he said shortly. I shrugged the best I could, still being tied to a chair and all.
“Then, I’m not telling you mine,” I informed. I sense I was pushing a wrong button with him, and I was proven correct when he kicked the leg of my chair, sending me backwards and to the ground. In a flash, he was hovering over me, sneering.
“Name's Pete. And you?” he asked in a low growl of a voice. I smiled, showing him my fangs.
“Alice Wonder.”
“Alice Wonder. I’ve heard the name before,” Pete mumbled to himself. I shrugged, licking one of my lip rings, the hoop spinning a little.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if you did,” I said quietly. He looked down at me, squinting a little, trying to remember.
“The coupe against the Dandies,” he said shortly. “It failed, didn’t it?” I chuckled, shaking my head.
“Of course you’d think that. It was a scare tactic. Let them know of our existence,” I explained. “And this,” I said, nodding to the chair I was tied to, to the room, to him. “Is all part of it too.”