Eleven-Stalkers Are Needed To Protect Me-Day And Night

“WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED IN HERE?” We hear Bart shout from the kitchen, and I jump off Charles in surprise. Damn it, I almost kissed another vampire. So close to! I cant kiss Charles. That would be really awkward.

I run into the kitchen, ignoring Charles’s anger and upsetness for not getting to kiss me. It’s plain as day, it’s written all over his face. I gasp when I enter the kitchen. Pots and pans are scattered everywhere, the window is broken into pieces, there’s some blood on the floor, and a wall has some holes in it, probably from a miss punch.

Translation: A war happened in here.

Henry, Edward, and Charles appear outta nowhere. “Me and Edward searched everywhere. They’re gone.”

Clinton raises an eyebrow. “Who’s gone?”

“Bones. They tried getting to Nora. They came through the window and Scar got close to capturing her.” Edward explains, planting his hand on my shoulder.

“We need to watch her like a hawk now. Someone’s gotta follow her every move.” Charles nods.

I giggle. “Like a stalker.”

Charles rolls his eyes at my foolishness. “Yes, like a stalker. Who wants to be Nora’s stalker?”

“I will!” Bart raises his hand happily. Of course it would be Bart.

Clinton nods. “Ok. Bart, you’ll watch her during the day, and Charles, you’ll watch her at night.”

“Why me?” Charles complains. Complain? He sure wasn’t complaining back there…

Clinton shoots me a weird look, then his eyes widen and he looks at Charles. I guess Charles is thinking the same thing. We didn’t do anything, Clinton! He almost kissed me, Jeez. I send him a mental thought. He does a sigh of relief and shakes his head.

“Yeah! Charles is the night stalker and I’m the day stalker. This is fun.” Bart interrupts our little mental chat.

“Do I at least get the bathroom to myself?” I ask.

Clinton rolls his eyes. “What do you think?”

“I think you guys are perverts.” I deadpan, making Bart laugh, but then he covers it with a cough. Clinton ignores my smart ass mouth and walks out to the living room, with all of us following.

Bart sits down next to me, and I look at them all weirdly. “You guys aren’t gonna clean the kitchen?”

Henry rolls his eyes. “Nora, that could easily be done in two seconds. We can wait.”

“Well sorry! I don’t have special abilities to move that fast. I’m not superhuman, you know. I’m just a normal human being.”

Edward scoffs. “Normal? Your anything but normal, Nora. Your sarcastic, you have a smart ass mouth on you, you speak your mind, you threaten to-” He stops talking when he sees the if-looks-could-kill look on my face.

I turn to Bart. “Put your hands up.”

He looks at me weirdly. “Why?”

“Just do it!” I roll my eyes. Me and Nell do this all the time.

“Ok, so we’re gonna play a hand game. Clap your hands once, then hit mine, then cross and repeat while I sing the song. Ok?” I do the hand movements to show him.

He smirks. “Isn’t this a girl thing?”

“You’re the one who chose to be my stalker, remember? You have to listen to me, since you’re my stalker.” I say matter of factly. He copies the hand movements I do and I start the song.

“Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack, all dressed in black, black, black. With silver buttons, buttons, buttons, all down her back, back, back. She asked her mother, mother, mother, for 50 cents, cents, cents. To see the elephants, elephants, elephants, jump over the fence, fence, fence.”

“Elephants cant jump!” Bart interrupts, but I ignore him and keep going.

“They jumped so high, high, high, they reached the sky, sky, sky. And they didn’t come back till the fourth of July, July, July!” I sing happily.

“That’s impossible!” Bart huffs.

“Vampires are impossible!” I copy his tone, sticking my tongue out.

“They really are like brother and sister.” Edward comments, and that’s when I realize everybody has been watching us. I slowly stick my tongue back in my mouth, and turn to the brothers who have amused eyes.

“I’ve never had a brother. Bart’s the closest thing to it.” I give him a shoulder hug.

“Yeah. And I’ve never had a sister. She’s the closest thing to it.” He returns the hug.

“Funny. Most people see vampires as heartless creatures.” Clinton smirks.

“Yeah, well I have proof that not all vampires are heartless.” I do a fake cough. “Unlike Charles.”

Charles widens his eyes. “I’m not heartless!”

I nod. “Your right.” He smiles, while I smirk. “Your also arrogant.”

“Hey!”

I laugh, hitting him on the head. “You get mad really easily.”

“No I don’t.” He mumbles, rubbing his head.

“Do too.”

“Do not.”

“Do too.”

“Do not!”

“Do too.”

“Do not Nora! Shut up!” He huffs, making me crack a smile.

“See? You do get mad easily.”

“Whatever!” He grunts, shooting up and walking away angrily.

“You guys are like an old married couple.” Edward laughs, shaking his head. I just shrug.

“Are you guys hungry? I’m starving.” Clinton announces.

Everybody nods their head. “Pizza it is.”

I shake my head. “We are not ordering that fake pizza. I make the best homemade pizza in New York.”

Bart’s eyes lit up. “Really? You can cook?”

I scoff. “Not just cook. I bake, grill, fry, sauté, and any other crap you can think of.”

“Then what are you doing in here then? Go, go, go!” Clinton tries waving me off, but I don’t budge. Nu-uh. I’m not outta here that easily.

“You have to help. All of you. That includes you Charles!” I shout the ending towards the kitchen. “You guys need to clean the kitchen up from your, ah, ‘mess’.” I emphasize ‘mess’.

They all groan and mumble, but they all drag themselves into the kitchen anyways. In a qick second, the kitchen is spotless, thanks to they’re quick ability. I wish I could do that, then my whole apartment will be clean in under 10 seconds. I walk over to the fridge and start pulling out random ingredients that we need. I grab a chef hat and an apron. “How many pizza’s do I make?”

“Three!”

“Five!”

“Six.”

“One billion, million, trillion!” Bart yells.

I laugh to myself. “Four it is then. Pigs.”

“We are five growing vampire brothers. We need our food.” Edward points his finger at me.

“You forgot piggish. Five growing piggish vampire brothers.” I smirk. I clap my hands together. “Ok! So one pizza will be supreme, one a meat lovers, another one veggie style, and the last one…” I think for a moment.

“All cheese!” Me and Charles exclaim at the same time. I smirk. “Cheese it is.”

“Bart, can I trust you with a knife?” I ask cautiously, making some of the brother snicker.

He nods eagerly. “Of course! What could go wrong?”

“Don’t jinx it!” I scowl. “Start cutting up the veggies.” I hand him a knife and he gets to work. “Edward, since you’re the only one who actually knows how to cook, you’ll help me with the dough.” He nods. “Clinton, slice the meats.” I hand him a knife. “Charles, you can blend the tomatoes. You can work a blender, right?”

His eyebrows knit together. “Why do we need a blender?”

“Don’t back sass the teacher!” I snap, hitting him with my hand.

“I didn’t back sass you!” He growls.

“There you go again!” I slap him again.

“Fine! God, your annoying.”

“What did I just tell you about back sassing?” I growl, but inside I’m smiling. He really is just too fun to annoy. He mutters something and heads towards the blender.

Me and Edward start on the dough when Bart starts singing We Are Family. After some minutes, Charles empties the tomato sauce into a cup.

“What do I do with this?”

I roll my eyes. “Give it here, we need to put it on the dough. Get the cheese.” Bart and Clinton bring over the toppings, along with Charles and the cheese.

“Ok!” I rub my hands together. “Start adding the toppings.” Everybody gets to work, Bart still singing We Are Family. After, we put the pizzas in the oven and we set the table, and by the time we’re done, the pizzas are done.

We all sit down and I serve the pizzas. “Ready to taste a little piece of heaven?”

Charles scoffs. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

Ignoring him, I bite into my pizza. “I haven’t made this in forever!” I groan in pleasure.

Bart’s mouth drops. “This is way better than Pizza Hut!”

“It’s suppose to be.” I nod. We eat the rest in silence, savoring the great taste of pizza. When we’re done, I turn to Charles, trying to hide the fact he almost freaking kissed me. “So, judge, is it a little piece of heaven?”

He frowns, looking uncomfortable. “I guess so.”

“Say it. Say I was right.” I grin.

“No.”

“Say it!”

“Fine! You were right! Your so annoying!” He stomps out of the room, leaving me in confusion. Why is he mad? I didn’t do anything! And to think he almost kissed me. I don’t even want to kiss him. First he’s all sweet, then he’s annoying and cocky, then he’s angry! It’s getting on my nerves.

I want answers. Now.