Hiba_Noor

When little Emery gets the car of her dreams, her life is changed forever. 
What happens when you are raised like a mundane but never have been one?
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Welcome to the world of Incubuses and Siren Queens, because vampires and werewolves are overrated. 
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"I know you cannot see-" Marco started but was cut off by Emery. 
"The Rolls Royce Phantom VIII? I mean even a blind person can see this beauty" 
The three looked at her dumbfounded. Gauging their reactions, Emery felt a boost of confidence and smirked, "Surprised I know my cars? Just because I am a girl doesn't mean I don't know any cars". 
Marco composed himself and was the first to speak, "We are surprised you can even see there is a car. Mundanes don't exactly have the sight".
"The what? Oh my God this is the most ridiculous thing I have heard all day, and trust me that Chanel girl was too hilarious for her own good" Emery chuckled.

The Terror

Chanel Preston. Oh how I love that woman. Not. Standing in her full living-dead or dead-living glory. Wait, does dead come first or life? Oh my, this is so hard to judge. She looked so composed, that gave me creeps, like makes me squirm and writhe, wriggle and slither and of course makes me wanna shit my pants. 


*Can you not keep quiet for some time?*


She came and shook my hand with such power, I would be surprised if it did not get fractured or worse came off. She had a sinister smile planted on her pretty face. 


*Did you just call this psycho lady PRETTY?*


Well she is, I appreciate beauty when I see it. 


Anyway, she stood by us, gauged our faces but her gaze lingered on me a while longer. Not good. Eep eep. Trouble shooting.


No one asked for your input. Why don't you shut up now?


"Looks like some people have finally stopped being stubborn and actually doing what they are supposed to do. Saying I am impressed would be an understatement." The venomous, velocious voice spoke in a quiet low tone.  She looked at Luke straight in the eye while saying this with such an intense gaze that if I were Luke, I would be six feet under at this moment. He on the other hand, held her stare and had a blank look on his face. Chanel was the one who finally broke the eye contact and turned to me. 


"Emery dear, how wonderful it is to meet you again. Would you like something to drink, my love?" she then turned to me with a smile that got me sick to my stomach but I mirrored her smile nonetheless and nodded my head. 


"W-water would be fine." I was able to utter out the 4 words, much to my utmost surprise. 


"Blood? Did you say blood my dear? Are you su-"


I cut her off and murmured, "I am good, thank you."


She chuckled, "Oh I was just messing with you. Water will be with you shortly. Relax. Calm your nerves, take a deep breath. That complex breathing of yours and the loud pumping of your heart is giving me a head ache. No offence." She ended it with a wink. 


If that is not creepy, I don't know what is. I so wish it would just be another dream and I wake up all sweaty and panting and just so GROSS. At least that would be better than standing in the same room as this dead version of Kylie Jenner. No don't get me wrong, I have nothing against Kylie, in fact she is pretty. My point is, WHO WOULD WANT TO BE IN THE SAME ROOM AS DEAD KYLIE? I KNOW I WOULD NOT. Back to my point, I wish I was curled up in a soft blanket, I wish I would be wrapped like a burrito. That reminds me, I have not eaten anything since I woke up and it has been over 4 hours. Oh my oh my. Am I gonna starve now? Holy-


*You are giving ME a headache now. Quit the rant, will ya?*


You are in my head, why would I give you a headache?


"Maybe because I am, in fact, not in your head. Sometimes I find it a curse having to hear whatever the other person is thinking. It gets annoying, really." I stood agape, hearing what just tumbled out of this lady's mouth. Tonight was gonna be a long long night.


Emery's POV