• Ch 9

    When we got downstairs we found the guys doing the strangest, more like a random thing. THEY WERE ARM WRESTLING! We stopped at the end of the long stair case, just staring at them with complete shock! Tom, my father, and Tim and Mark were standing around a table watching Carl and Charlie arm wrestle. Michael was just standing there with a smile, watching with amusement. They were all talking at once to, giving me a headache.
    "YOU'RE WEAK LIKE WHEN YOU WERE HUMAN!" Charlie snarled.
    "I WAS A KID!.......HEY! YOUR ELBOWS SLIPPING!"Yelled Carl.
    "Give it up already you two! Or we'll be here forever!" Said Mark, aggitated.
    "You're acting like children." Said my father.
    Michael was walking over to us and kissed my cheek. Making me blush.
    "You look beautiful." Michael whispered in my ear.
    "What are they fighting about?" Asked my mother.
    Amelia and Sophie were already standing by my father watching with excitement in their eyes.
    "Well.....They were talking about how, back then, they would always arm wrestle and how they never got to finish it. So yeah thats why NOW their doing it." Michael said with boredum.
    "How.....childish." Laughed Ashley.
    We walked over and Carl and Charlie looked up. My mother stood right where their hands were locked and simply seperated them.
    "Are you done acting like idiots?" You could see a vein pooping out of her head from anger.
    "Yes ma'am." Carla and Charlie muttered.
    "So are we ready? "Asked my father.
    "I believe so. Have a nice night girls." My mother said to Sophie and Amelia.
    "Yeah whatever,"said Sophie." Lets go open some red wine."
    "Okay." Said Amelia quietly.

    At a restruant

    There was a piano playing and people dancing, candles lite, people eat-wait there are no people eatting.....strange. We just ordered some drinks and the guys went to find a tv...or something. So we, the girls, started to chat.
    "Why isn't anyone eating?" I asked bluntly.
    "Oh, dear, thats because this restruant is own by Tom."My mother said, while drinking a glass of red wine.
    "Only for vampires....and sometime's their butlers." Said Ashley, with disgust.
    She had her light brown hair put up in a bun, on the side of her head. With emeral green eyes, that popped out even more since she was wearing a black simple dress.
    "But usually just rich vampires...they can be nice too!" Sarah piped in with her sweet, soft voice. Her blonde hair was down and wavy, she was wearing a red dress.
    Bridgete and Danielle were sooooo quiet and didn't look interested in talking.
    "Ah! Will you excuse me girls? I see someone I know." My mother said, leaving us to talk with an older couple.
    "Even though were made vampire's, everyone likes us.." Said Sarah.
    "Well that's because everyone is basically a made vampire. You rarely see any pure bloods." Said Ashley.
    "That's not true. I saw the Jefferson's just last week!" Said Danielle.
    "Oh! Thats Right! But they were really busy." Bridgete chimmed.
    "Who are the Jefferson's?" I asked.
    "Like one of the VERY first purebloods. All purebloods are related somehow." Danielle smartly said.
    "Either their cousins or cousins removed or something!" She contunied.
    "Oh, so they're important." I said, hoping that I was saying the right thing.
    "Basically, yes!" Danielle yelled.
    "Well, Hello ladies." A man with black hair, dark-ish skin, and an English accent said.
    "George? Who are you tal- OH!It's the Chanes!" A lady wearing a sexy pencil skirt and a pin-stripped jacket.
    "Mina, George. How r u?" Ashley asked.
    "Good, where's your mother,father....and the rest?" Asked the lady named Mina.
    Ashley started, but was interrupted.
    "George! Mina!" My mother air kissed them. "How r u?"
    "Fine." Mina said annoyed. She was looking at my strangely.
    "OH!Lovely!" My mother chimmed. "Oh here come's the gentlemen."
    The guys were coming back from a small dark corner, that had a door on the side.

    "Hello George. Mina." My father nodded and so did everyone else." Is there something I can help you with?"
    "Yes, we need to talk to you. In private." George whispered.
    "Ah, yes.Well then excuse me ladies. Why don't you guys go to the next location and i'll meet up with you?" Then my father left.
    "Well let's go." Said Carl.