Gaz had the camera ready and aiming at me right "hey... salut BAD IT'S ON!!" I almost fall off when I was hearing great dubstep on this human iPod... Damn her "yes yes... I know.. Hello my fellow invaders and readers I'm sorry I didn't made any story's today its just because this guy ou girl who makes 'The host' *roll eyes* what a stupid name well is getting in my way and keep telling me to chill out rushing all my stories yes... I MADE 35 stories and I wanted to put it in here but he ou she keeps telling me 'no no no let me do mine story than toi do yours cuz every one likes mine' oh plz *slams on table* I DON'T OBEY UGLY HUMANS THAT'S UM... What toi call it Gaz" Gaz open one eye looking at me like I was stupid than she close it and sigh heavy "it's call haters.." I look at her for mommet than look at the camera "YES HE ou SHE IS A DUMB #%@$* HATER I RULE THIS FANFICTION AND NO ONE WILL STOP ME MWAHAHAHA!!! ... Please note that Part 8 will come soon... When high school ends ... Yes yes I'm sorry humans but I have to go to Skool so I be back when done... *sigh* "turn off the Cam!?" Gaz got tight "well eat the fucking Cam!!!" I look in shock "NO NI NEIN AHHHH!!!" .......... Gir: I l’amour this shooowwww.... :3
They heard the door close and wondered who came barging in, until a familiar, female and British voice solved the mystery.
“Anyone home?” Rebekah called from downstairs.
“Ugh” Damon sighed. “I’ll go” He stood up and walked to the door, but when he wanted to open it, the door was slammed in his face and Rebekah barged in. She held a guy in her right hand and a blood bag in her left hand.
“What are toi doing here?” Elena asked tired.
“I came to apologize” Rebekah explained flighty, while she tossed the bag to Damon. “I was wrong to bite you. It’s just that I busted Stefan smooching with that vamp strumpet and toi look like her, so I got carried away. I don’t understand what it is that draws Stefan to women with your appearances. You’re not even that pretty”
“I appreciate your honesty” Elena commenté sarcastically.
“Hey, I’m as open as your legs were last night” Rebekah replied blunt and Elena’s cheeks turned red.
“Anyone home?” Rebekah called from downstairs.
“Ugh” Damon sighed. “I’ll go” He stood up and walked to the door, but when he wanted to open it, the door was slammed in his face and Rebekah barged in. She held a guy in her right hand and a blood bag in her left hand.
“What are toi doing here?” Elena asked tired.
“I came to apologize” Rebekah explained flighty, while she tossed the bag to Damon. “I was wrong to bite you. It’s just that I busted Stefan smooching with that vamp strumpet and toi look like her, so I got carried away. I don’t understand what it is that draws Stefan to women with your appearances. You’re not even that pretty”
“I appreciate your honesty” Elena commenté sarcastically.
“Hey, I’m as open as your legs were last night” Rebekah replied blunt and Elena’s cheeks turned red.
The suivant morning.
Jo woke up, because someone was banging the door.
“Mr. Allen? Open the door!” a female voice said.
Jo stumbled out of lit and wiped her eyes. She walked to the door and opened it. There were two inspectors, a man and a woman.
“Good morning, miss. I’m inspector Roberts, this is my colleague inspector Williams” Isabel said, montrer her badge. “We need to talk to Emmanuel Allen. We were told we could find him here”
Jo frowned and shook her head. “I don’t know anyone with that name. toi have the wrong house”
Inspector Williams searched in his bag and conjured a picture. “Maybe this might help you?” he said. Jo’s eyes widened and she took the picture. “I know him” she admitted. “But his name’s not Emmanuel. It’s Castiel”
Jo woke up, because someone was banging the door.
“Mr. Allen? Open the door!” a female voice said.
Jo stumbled out of lit and wiped her eyes. She walked to the door and opened it. There were two inspectors, a man and a woman.
“Good morning, miss. I’m inspector Roberts, this is my colleague inspector Williams” Isabel said, montrer her badge. “We need to talk to Emmanuel Allen. We were told we could find him here”
Jo frowned and shook her head. “I don’t know anyone with that name. toi have the wrong house”
Inspector Williams searched in his bag and conjured a picture. “Maybe this might help you?” he said. Jo’s eyes widened and she took the picture. “I know him” she admitted. “But his name’s not Emmanuel. It’s Castiel”