Adventure .03

I step outside of the apartment building and the cold hits my face. I shiver.

There's a ridiculous car waiting for me with the four blinkers on.

I don't really know cars but that is a Mercedes SUV, looks expensive as fuck. To be honest I'm a little afraid to enter the vehicle, damage it than having to work for the rest of my days to pay for it.

Mister Asshole puts his head out of the back window "Come on lady, I'm not getting any younger."

I enter the car. "Well, Mister Asshole, I don't like to be rushed, so fuck off. Thank you."

"I like her already." says a feminine voice from the front. I look up and see her on the driver's seat. She's beautiful. She smiles and I instinctively smile back. She has short hair, light brown, in an uneven bob, red eyes, snow-white skin and perfect face proportions. Fuck. I should have been born on that family.

"Hi, I'm Morgan." I say still smiling.

"Hello Morgan. You can call me Sam. It's so nice to meet you." she nods "This is Azazel, but you call him Z. It's easier for people."

I can now see the boy. He's bulk. Mister asshole is fit and seems to have muscles, but I wouldn't describe him exactly as bulk, he's just fit. Z is bulk, not crazy bulk, but he could lift me and carry me around.

"It's nice to finally meet you Morgan. I bet you didn't expect this twist in plans, ah?" he talks softly but with purpose. He's cute too. Also, red eyes and snow-white skin. Genetics, ah?

"Not really." I give him a small smile.

"Well, me and Draven were supposed to show you all the cool spots to drink and smoke throughout town, but stuff happened."

"Who's Draven?"I ask right away.

They all laugh.

"Draven is the one sitting next to you." Sam replies.

I look to Mister Asshole and smack him on his arm. Big mistake.

"Fuck. You're hard as a board. Cold too, aren't you hypothermic? "

"I'm just cold Ma'am. You can still call me Mister Asshole, I kinda like it now." he says teasing me.

"I might still call you Mister Asshole anyways..." I give him a tight smile "It′s fitting."

"Yeah. I like her" Sam says starting the car. I grin and give a little laugh.

The drive is smooth and short. I had no idea they were referring to the small chapel near the boulevard. It is really close to the place that I saw Draven for the first time.

"Here we are kids, let's have some fun!" Draven says and opens the door of the SUV.

Slowly but surely, we all make our way to the chapel.

"How are we going to get inside the fence?" I ask.

"I will break the gate don't worry." Z says and so he does.

"No way. How did you do that?"I ask in a perplexed tone and with my eyes open wide.

"I am sure that the gate was rusty." Z answers simply. Draven coughs and Sam laughs.

"Still that was pretty awesome. You give appropriate use to those muscles." I smirk at Z, nodding appreciably.

Draven glare at me briefly but is quick to look away. Z tenses.

"Where's Sam?" I whisper ask.

Suddenly I hear a door opening and Draven says, "She's opening the door. Come on."

We all start walking to a small door on the left side of the chapel and get inside.

Z takes his phone and light the way for me. It seems like the other two do not need any light to navigate the inside of the chapel.

Maybe their eyes are extremely good adjusting to the darkness, like a cat. They are albino cats. How cute.

I grunt.

Z gives me his hand, "Come, I'll help you."

"Thanks." I reply and smile. His hand is extremely cold and dry. I do not complaint, that's better that gaining bruises because of my inability to side step the obstacles.

Z whispers something but I could not understand, then he says "We'll wait here. They will bring the cross down to us."

"What? You should help them. You're obviously the muscles between us four." I whisper yell.

I hear from way up someone chuckling. "Don't underestimate them, Morgan. We are from the same family."

"I didn't mean to offend you Z. Sorry." I frown.

"Don't worry, little one. No harm no found. We're good."

"I'm not that short!" for the record I'm 165 cms, that's 5′4″.

I'm at average height for the country I live in. I won't complain about my height.

Of course, if you would take into count the fact that these boys are most likely 6′2″ and Sam is 5′7″... I'm short then.

"I like short women, no biggie." he snickers.

"I don't care."

"Are you cold or just scared?" he asks quietly.

"I don't like churches, they're creepy!"

"And here I thought you were a devout. You sure smell like one and look like one."

"What tha fuck are you talking about? I don't ever believe in Gods. Do not make me hit you too."

"Quiet, they're back." how does he know? I couldn't fathom how but they do make an appearance 5 seconds later.

"Let's go, guys. I need to go grab something to eat." Sam whines.

We all step outside and the other two, Sam and Draven, settle the cross down at the chapels front door in such a way that no one will be able to enter from the main doors of the building.

"Well, you do have excellent genes to be able to carry that down here!" I mumble.

"Yeah, we do!" Sam replies. How the fuck did she listen from such a distance its beyond me, but I need caffeine to wake my numb mind.

"I need coffee." I state.

"Let's go to the gas station and grab some coffee for the little one here!"

"I'm gonna reap your throat off. I'm not short!" I whisper yell to Z before entering the Mercedes.

Draven gets to the driver seat and Sam gets in the back with me.

"They′re dropping me off home before taking you to get coffee." She tells me after seeing my questioning glare.

"Oh, so beside the strength, you're also telepathic? Lucky."

She laughs, "No silly, we just have good hearing and talk lowly. I guess you didn't listen because you were yelling to Z."

"Well, I don't like to be called short." I defended.

She smiles and gets off the car.

OOOOh. Their house is the Mansion on the back street of the boulevard. I always wondered who could afford such space in the heart of the city. Draven said they are loaded. Guess that's true.

"It was really nice meeting you. Come visit sometime. I would love for you to know the other two members of our misfits of a family."

"Thanks Sam. Glad I met you too. I will come soon." I smile and she closes the door.

Draven instantly drives away, "You're too trusting, Morgan. I told you."

I stare through the mirror "What? I like her. She's cool." I glance towards Z, "Should I distrust you?"

"Not me buttercup, I would instinctively shield you. You're so small and fragile." he gives a toothy smile.

"I guess I'll have to say fuck you to both of you, then."

Draven smirks "I guess you should measure your words, little human."