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c h r i s t i a n
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, VICTORIA!"
Crunch.
The bus had once been a school bus, but since then, the Ainsleys had renovated it so it held beds, a bathroom and a small kitchen. Today, it was an ambulance. With a rather large dent in the wall.
Christian was standing, his fists clenched, absolutely livid. Victoria and James sat before him, on one of the few remaining bus seats, staring up at him with identical expressions of irritation. Jonathan was driving, Anastasia seated behind him on the other remaining bus seat.
Sara lay on the bottom bunk behind Christian, asleep. Things had gotten a little out of hand when they had been kissing a mere three hours previously. He had bitten her.
She had begun to transform.
"You shut up, Christian," hissed Victoria. "You've gotten us into this bullshit. I have every right to be mad at you."
Christian wanted to leap across the bus and rip his adoptive sister's throat out, but he knew that would be very unwise. Victoria was a ruthless killer who had spent over half of her life ripping vampires stronger than him into shreds. And, if, somehow, he managed to survive an attack from Victoria, he knew that James would slaughter him to avenge her. So he bit his tongue.
"What were you thinking?" Victoria continued, because she knew she would get away with it. "Were you thinking about her, or her family, or us? Or were you just thinking with your little head?"
James ran his hand up Victoria's arm in a soothing gesture. "Tori, I don't think he meant to bite her."
"Well, he did," snapped Victoria, shoving James off of her. "And now we're leaving our fabulous life in Los Angeles to go live in the middle of fucking nowhere because of it. Not to mention the fact that we left the body of some bludgeoned hooker in a dumpster with the fingerprints burned off and her face fucked to pretend it's her."
Christian growled. He had not wanted to hurt the woman, but she was already dead, and he needed to protect Sara. And his family.
Crunch.
The bus had once been a school bus, but since then, the Ainsleys had renovated it so it held beds, a bathroom and a small kitchen. Today, it was an ambulance. With a rather large dent in the wall.
Christian was standing, his fists clenched, absolutely livid. Victoria and James sat before him, on one of the few remaining bus seats, staring up at him with identical expressions of irritation. Jonathan was driving, Anastasia seated behind him on the other remaining bus seat.
Sara lay on the bottom bunk behind Christian, asleep. Things had gotten a little out of hand when they had been kissing a mere three hours previously. He had bitten her.
She had begun to transform.
"You shut up, Christian," hissed Victoria. "You've gotten us into this bullshit. I have every right to be mad at you."
Christian wanted to leap across the bus and rip his adoptive sister's throat out, but he knew that would be very unwise. Victoria was a ruthless killer who had spent over half of her life ripping vampires stronger than him into shreds. And, if, somehow, he managed to survive an attack from Victoria, he knew that James would slaughter him to avenge her. So he bit his tongue.
"What were you thinking?" Victoria continued, because she knew she would get away with it. "Were you thinking about her, or her family, or us? Or were you just thinking with your little head?"
James ran his hand up Victoria's arm in a soothing gesture. "Tori, I don't think he meant to bite her."
"Well, he did," snapped Victoria, shoving James off of her. "And now we're leaving our fabulous life in Los Angeles to go live in the middle of fucking nowhere because of it. Not to mention the fact that we left the body of some bludgeoned hooker in a dumpster with the fingerprints burned off and her face fucked to pretend it's her."
Christian growled. He had not wanted to hurt the woman, but she was already dead, and he needed to protect Sara. And his family.