The Vampire Diary: Fallen Angels

Zane grimaced, "Sorry about her. She seems a little more reclusive than the Bella we remember." he looked down the hall where Kyira had shut herself in her room, "Kyira, come out. If Riot tries anything, we;ll make him sleep in the doghouse." He smiled at Jason, "No offense.'

"Over here Zane." Kyira called from her chair with a small wave of her fingers.

Zane shook his head, "You confuse me beyond the boundaries of reason."

"Don't you remember, I'm a ninja!"

Zane rolled his eyes, "How could I forget."

"Don't roll your eyes at me emo boy, I still have your underwear from 5 years ago, Mr. bright-pink-briefs."

Zane lifted an eyebrow, "What the heck?"

"Oh don't act stupid, you remember those Jeffree Star underpants you bought. I still have them, even after you gave them to Marcello to get rid off."

Zane blushed, "Did not..." he was a horrible liar.

"Liar." Kyira mocked.
((Bring in the twins? I iz bored.))

Jason rolled his eyes. "why would i be offended? you didn't say wolf house after all" he pointed out. "honestly i wouldn't sleep in a doghouse even if you payed me."

About thirty minuites later, Bella came out of the bathroom, the warm, sticky warmth of the shower steam clinging to her body. Her hair was simi-damp, like she had been drying it, then decided to just let it dry itself the rest of the way about 3/4ths of the way through. She was wearing a pair of red boxers as pajama bottoms, and a black t-shirt with a red tie printed on the front. She looked relaxed, but from up close, Zane could see the muscles in her arms tensing with nervousness. It was too quiet for her in the living room.

Jason's tail wagged noticeably behind him as he looked back at her. "welcome back from that" he said glaring at the bathroom she had just left. he clearly didn't like getting clean. he was just like a little child that didn't want to bathe.

Bella gave a quick, upward nod without saying a word. She felt a little uncomfortable standing before everyone in her pajamas, but Zane had asked her to try and stay with the group. She didn't know him too well, but she knew how close he had been to her mother and father, so she would listen to him out of respect, at least. That, and he was her only living relative.

Riot almost lunged at Kyira, but was held back by Kalvin. "Dude, will you just leave her the eff alone?"
Riot shrugged, "But Kaaaaalviiiiinn..." he mock-whined.

Kyira cringed a bit.
"Would a restraining order help? Or me wearing glasses and a wig?"

Riot smiled, "A restraining order wouldn't keep me off of you, and you'd probably still be sexy as hell with glasses and a wig."
Kalvin rolled his eyes, "Want me to hit him over the head with a baseball bat?"

"Can I shoot him in the face...and possibly commit suicide if that doesn't work?"

Kalvin laughed, "Suicide? No. Shoot him? By all means."
Riot frowned, "I can tell I'm loved."

"Yeah, probably by your mom." Kyira said with a sneer.
"Suicide seems like a better option though...he doesn't have the guts to kill himself."

riot put his hand on his chest, "For you, anything, babe."
Kalvin shrugged, "You know if you killed yourself, Riot would just rape your corpse. He is into necrophilia."

Kyira gagged loudly.
"Well I'd trust you'd hide my body and not screw it every night...right Kalvin?"

"I'd hide it, don't worry, but Riot is one comitted b******." Kalvin chuckled.

Kyira shivered openly.
"Why did I have to meet him...seriously..."

"Because both of us knew Bella, it was bound to happen sooner or later." Kalvin smiled lightly.
Riot then commenced to singing "It was written in the stars" ((Not a song, just that phrase)) in some random tune that he made up off the top of his head.