Prince Of Blood {Completed}

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"Arrival"

It had almost felt weird to wake up in my room.
With it's royal purple walls, and dark wooden furniture, and Stanley sleeping soundly at the foot of my bed.

I had half expected to wake up to the unnaturally white walls and furniture of our prison cell.
I was pleasently surprised, to say the least.

I stretched, and rolled out of bed.
I had fallen asleep in the jeans and t-shirt last night - not surprising.

I went to my closet to find suitable clothes.
I decided something warm would be best, after being stuck in a t-shirt in October made me want to dress warmer.

A secret part of me wanted to dress girlier.
To look nice for Austin.

But if I went from wearing a band t-shirt and converse to wearing heals and a halter. . .
Well, then it would seem like I was trying to hard.

And I, sure as hell, didn't want to seem desperate.
Which I'm not.

I threw on jeans, a black tee, and a thin black sweatshirt.
Simple, complimentary, dark, and 100% me.

I went to the mirror, and applied some dark eye-liner.
And then a little green eye-shadow and I was good to go.

I ran a hand through my messy dark curls and let them fall over my shoulder.
Perfectly concealing the bite mark.

I grabbed my bag out of the corner of my room, where I had left it on Thursday.
Then I slung it over my shoulder, and headed downstairs.

Jake and Ken were in the kitchen, eating french toast.
Dad wasn't there, and my mom was grabbing a carton of orange juice from the fridge.

"Morning Mom" I said, plopping down in my usual chair "Morning Jerk-Aholic, Morning Mute"
Jake and Ken glared.

My mom usually would of called me out on calling Jake and Ken names.
But she didn't, she just smiled indulgently.

"Want some french toast honey?" she asked motherly.
I glanced at Ken's plate.

Two thick slices of bread, drenched in syrup with bacon on the side.
It looked absolutely amazing.

But, I declined "No, thanks. I'm gonna swing by the Kardigan's before school. I'm sure they'll have something for me. . ."
"Yea, I'm sure they will" Jake muttered.

I threw him a frosty glare.
If he didn't watch his mouth, he would regret it.

Ken slid his chair away from the table and got up.
He went to the front door, probably to start the car or something. . .

"Holy crap!" he muttered.
"It speaks!" I said in mock shock.

He threw me a glare over his shoulder.
And then said "No seriously, you gotta see this"

Jake got up from the table, and I followed.
My mom looked curious but didn't follow.

Parked out on the curb was a silver 2010 Maserati Granturismo. (AN: pic on Jazper1843Hale profile)
My brothers are car fanatics, you pick up on stuff like that.

Sitting in the front seat was Austin.
He honked the horn impatiently.

Ken and Jake both stood there, with their mouths hanging open and identical looks of shock on their face.
I couldn't keep the smirk off my face.

"Later boys" I called over my shoulder, as I headed towards the car.
I felt especially smug, since this was Jake's favorite car. . .

I jumped in the front seat.