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Chapter Nine

That was a crazy day, I was hanging out by the stairs with my friends when one of the guys picked me up and put me over the balcony. It was a joke, he wasn’t bullying me or anything but it still scared the hell out of me. I do remember a guy pulling me over the balcony and as I got pulled away by my friends I could hear yelling. I wonder if Baz went to my school or just sensed there was something wrong and dematerialized to me.

“I couldn’t believe that piece of shit.”

“It was a joke, he was my friend.”

“He could have dropped you.”

“I know that was dangerous and stupid of him to do.”

We just laid there quietly looking up at the stars, Nichole had turned on I heart radio on her phone and was playing some music, so it wasn’t that quiet but still nice.

“We should get back to my house Annabelle,” Nichole said.


Baz got up and reached his hand out, I grabbed it and let him help me to my feet.

“Thanks.” I smiled.

“No problem.” He smiled back.

He gave me a hug goodbye and a soft kiss on my cheek.

“Bye, see you later.”

“Bye, beautiful.” He winked and then was gone, vanished into thin air. I will never be able to get used to that.

“Can I do that too?” I asked as I turned to Nichole.

“Yes, with some practice.”

“Can you do it?”

“Of course.” She laughed and then vanished, leaving me alone in the dark bayou. I started to get nervous thinking she may have ditched me but then she materialized right outside of the bayou on the bridge. I still didn’t like the idea of walked all that way by myself though. I started towards her and that’s when she materialized back to me.

“You close your eyes and focus on where you want to go.” She said.

“Okay, I’ll try.”

I did as she said, I closed my eyes and focused on that bridge she was just on but when I opened my eyes I was still in the same spot next to her.

“Well, that didn’t work.” I laughed.

“It takes time.”

“Let’s get back to your house I can practice later.”

“Yeah, we should get back.

Once back in Nichole’s room, I was so relieved to have made it back without getting caught. I could just picture her grandmother or mom sitting up waiting for us to sneak back inside. I really hate sneaking out, one time when I came back through my bedroom window my mom was sitting on my bed waiting for me. The worst part about it was that she wasn’t even mad. She was crying saying how she was worried and how she was so disappointed in me.

I wasn’t used to staying up so late I was ready to go to sleep.

“Where should I sleep?”

“We will share my bed.”

“Okay,” I climbed in and laid down.

I can’t even remember the last time I shared a bed with someone, it kind of made me uncomfortable. My dad is so against gay people and worried about his kids ending up that way, that if he knew I was sleeping in the same bed as her it would raise red flags for him. I wish I could be like other girls and not think of things like that. Girls are usually close and will change in front of another and sleep in beds together and not feel weird about it.

I am not like my dad and don’t agree with the way he thinks, I think people should be with whoever they want. I have never really been into girls but I am not against it. You can’t help who you fall in love with or who you are attracted to. Once Nichole was asleep it was easy for me to drift off. When I woke up the next morning I could smell breakfast being made downstairs and hear the clinging of silverware and low muttering. Nichole wasn’t in the room, she probably was downstairs eating the bacon and eggs that I could smell.

I wanted to change out of my pajamas but I hadn’t brought an overnight bag and Nichole wasn’t in here for me to ask to borrow something to wear. Oh well, I thought leaving her room and going downstairs to the kitchen.

“Why do you need a portal into the underworld if you can dematerialize there?” I asked.

“For times like these when you are not able to dematerialize.”

“How long did it take you to learn?”

“Not long but there are other reasons why you are not able, like for example if you are injured and don’t have the strength.”

“The war is getting worse and you are needed in the underworld so you don’t have the luxury of time to learn, we will take the portal.”

“Okay, will it make me feel sick or anything going through it?”

“It might make you feel a little light headed the first time.”

“How different is the underworld from here?”

“It’s not that much different except vampires don’t hide who they are there.”

“Meaning fangs out and drinking blood in plain sight?”

“Pretty much.”

“You will love it, it’s a place where we can be what we are.”

“You’re going to need to feed soon since you know everything now Baz won’t be compelled to keep you fed.”

“I’m not hungry.”

Nichole laughed, “You will be feeling it soon.”

“When we get there we need to go straight to your bedroom to change into your royal clothes.”

“I can’t wear this?”

“No you are a Princess in the underworld, you can’t dress casually.”


“Yes, no pants.”

“I never wear dresses.”

“You will get used to it.”

Nichole leaned down and opened the little door, she whispers something I couldn’t quite make out and then snapped her fingers revealing a swirling black and purple portal.


“Are you ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

She went through the portal first then I closed my eyes and followed in behind her. I reached out in the darkness for her hand, found it and held on tight. I didn’t know how long we would have to walk but before I knew it we were opening another door. We stepped out into what looked like a large basement. The only light was moonlight coming in through a window. It was too dark to really make out anything but I could see outlines of furniture and boxes.

“We are in the basement, we need to make our way up to your room on the third floor.”

“I have my own room here?”

“Yes, a huge room.” She laughed.

“This is all so weird,” I whispered.”

“There is a secret passageway that will take us to your room, it’s over there, she pointed to a painting.”

“Follow close behind me, I don’t want to turn on any lights and get noticed.”

“Okay,” I reached out and grabbed her hand again.

“Lead the way, I can’t see shit.”

Nichole laughed and started working her way through the darkness to the other side of the basement. I jumped as I heard a shuffling sound off to the right under the staircase that leads up to the house.

“What was that?” I whispered.

She let go of my hand and went to investigate where the sound came from and left me standing alone in the middle of the basement.

“Probably just a rat, I don’t see anything.”


My eyes had adjusted to the darkness better now and I could make out the painting on the far wall now. I started off walking towards it while she was still looking around for what made the sound.

Once I got up to the painting she closed in right behind me.

“The passage is behind the painting, its actually a door, the latch is on the side.”

I reached up and felt the side of the painting for the latch she was talking about. I found it and moved the painting out of the way revealing a staircase off to the left. The staircase started illuminating itself, the lights must turn on when the door is opened.

It was a wooden staircase with red floral carpeting, I grabbed the banister and started slowly walking up the stairs. Every step I took creaked under my foot. I hope nobody can hear us in the walls, hopefully, the staircase was built to be soundproof, surely they thought of this.

“Don’t worry, it’s soundproof.”

“Mind reader?”

“Yes.” She laughed.

“No way?”

“Yes way, you seem to block me out most of the time though.”

“Vampires can read minds?”

“Yes, most of us.”

“Hmm, I wonder if I can.”

“You can, you are one of the most powerful existing vampires, you just need to practice using your abilities.”

“This door?”

“No, keep going up.”

I turned right and started walking up another staircase.

“What are all my abilities?”

“We will get into that later, let’s get to your room first.”


“It’s this doorway, let me go first.”

She went around me and lead up the rest of the stairs to the door. She looked behind at me and held a finger over her lips to signal me to be quiet and not talk. I nodded. She put her ear to the door and listened quietly. Then she slowly opened the door and peeked her head in and then opened the door the rest of the way motioning me to go in. She followed in behind me shutting the door behind us.

Next Chapter: Chapter Ten