Poison me, Please. by Christina.D (best summer reads of all time txt) 📕

a warlock but it’s the same thing.
‘You’re a WITCH!’ I screeched at him
‘Shhh.. I’m sorry.’ He put his hand on my lips. ‘Look I see you in my future, but much later. I don’t know what’s going to happen but you’re going to need my help.’ He looked deep into me. Closing in with a kiss. It wasn’t as personal as I imagined it. Heck, I nearly pinched myself the amount of times I imagined it, but this want it. It’s too short. He’s lips only touched mine for a second. I didn’t react as he despaired. As if I dint have enough to worry about, now I think I’m in love with a warlock.
Taken

I’m stupid! What the hell is wrong with me? There must be a way out of this! Just a few days ago I was supposed to be learning how to drive; illegally, but that was my only worry! Setting aside the fact that I’m shapeshifter of course.... Now I’m like a huge sign saying ‘A huge mess, I don’t mind if you kill me!’
I passed up and down in my room enough times that I nearly fell asleep. Hitting myself really didn’t help.
‘Your goanna leave a hole in that carpet in a minute’ I looked around my room, but no sign of anyone there. ‘Up here’ I looked straight up with my heart jumping out of my chest. A man jumped down from my ceiling and grinned at me. He made no noise as he’s feet gracefully touched the floor ‘I would say something about the hitting yourself part, but I guest that is natural for shapeshifters, I mean you animals love pain right.’ That wasn’t a question. He laughed out loud; showing his perfect sparkly white teeth. His brown hair was let loose, but not too long, just enough to touch his pointy jaw bones. His eyes were blue enough for the sky to be jealous.
‘Who are you?’ I stepped back slowly.
‘Orlando, nice too meet you.’ He pulled out his hand for me to shake, but I stared at his long fingers.
‘Why are you here?’
‘Well, to get my slave of cores.’ He laughed again as I looked at his face.
‘What. Me?’
‘Well you do have a mark on your foot right?’ He looked puzzled.

Hell

The door never seems good enough for a vampire. My suitcase ended up being filled up with mostly books at the bottom. Orlando threw my suitcase outside with a laugh. He seemed about the age of his mid twenties, but you can only see it when you came up close. He put his hand on my waist and breathed heavily.
'Ready?' That wasn't a question either, because I didn't even get a chance to blink, I was in mid air. Then In a bush. Classy.
I know it’s the worse time to be thinking 'why me?' but come on! I'm sixteen, I haven't learned anything, I can hardly say I’m a person with a personality yet, haven’t even gone to Disneyland and already I'm destined to die! Well hopefully rhetorically.
It felt a bit awkward sitting on him, but as I tried to get up, his hand was still firmly on my waist. I looked back and glared.
'What? We don't want you running away now do we' he winked at me and then got up. He dragged the suitcase to a black shiny Audi. Yes a normal car. I don't know why but it’s a bit... too normal. He opened the front seat door and motioned for me to get in. I quickly did so. He shut the door and went to the boot. I put my seat belt on and relaxed my head on the seat. I didn't bother closing my eyes. I was too tired.
We drove east, the highway was almost empty. There were a few lorries here and there but I guess on a work day everyone’s busy.
I got car sick from the smell of the car; it turned out to be new.
Orlando was trying to distract me from being sick by asking questions.
'Ok, now you ask me something.' He seemed amused. I wasn’t. I felt sweaty, and my belly was clutching itself to come out and be sick all over his cheesy grin.
'How old are you?'
'Not a day over twenty four.' He smiled wildly at me. I was right, well thats how old he looks, I don’t think I’ve ever heard a vampire telling anyone what’s there actual age.
‘And why do you need me.’ He clenched to the wheel.
‘Well...let’s just say I need you for public appearances.’ What? I didn’t have time to ask as I was busy undoing my seat belt and opening the door. He managed to pull over in time while I was sick. Orlando later gave me chewing gum to get rid of the taste in my mouth. It seemed so normal of him; I told myself every second that it’s probably just part of his plan.
I felt much better.
It didn’t take long until we got to the house. I had to open my mouth because the house was ...Huge! The style was Victorian with one big balcony at the front. The porch was with a table and a few chairs. We were surrounded by flowers, trees and more trees. By that time I realized we were in the woods. I had to smirk when I saw the swing at the side. Wonder how much that’s used, or more to the point who uses it.
‘Ok, so you’re not the only person that works for me, so I will introduces you to them now.’ As soon as he finished saying the sentence a girl and a boy stepped out the house. I opened the car door to get a better view; the road was filled with brown pebbles to complement the old fashioned wooden house. I noticed the girl; well woman as she seemed older than Orlando , she had black hair, darker then a crows, with dark brown eyes, as the boy, that seemed just about twenty had light brown hair with cat-green eyes.
Orlando stepped out the car and motioned to the back. The boy quickly ran to get my suitcase.
I looked at the woman’s round face and smiled. She just blinked at me.
‘This is Kaika,’ he motioned at her. ‘Kaika meet Audrina’ Then he smiled at me.
Kaika looked at Orlando and glared. ‘She’s too young; people are going to think she’s your daughter.’ Her eyes scanned me.
‘Oh, you’re over exaggerating; you weren’t any older when I first got you.’ I held my breath as I looked at Kaika. She was rather pretty; she was wearing a suit, which fitted her slim figure. The boy came behind me and then I realized he was wearing a top with a band that you can’t read the name of anymore but seemed an old rock band and blue jeans. He has a very masculine build, and is taller than me; the same height as Orlando. Kaika is wearing heals, but she seems about the same height as me. Being sixteen and five foot six, is bad but, it must be horrible being small with all the adults around you.
The boy smiled at me warmly. Orlando spoke in a low voice.
‘This is Livos.’ I wonder why they both have such odd names. Looking at Livos, for some reasons I saw similarities with Orlando, like his cheekbones were the same angle. Not that I notice peoples cheekbones that much. I wanted to say hi to him but Orlando held me by my upper arm strongly.
‘Now this will be your home. So let’s go.’ We walked to the house fast, as rain started dripping down. It hid my tears.

No turning back

My new room is ok I guess... The bed is double, there’s a big window, there’s furniture and even clothes. It’s not home though. My old room is filled with books, by that, I really do mean filled. Most people have clothes lying around on the floor, well I have books. I couldn’t fit all my memories in my suitcase so I just took my favourite books. I sat on the new bed felling how soft the mattress is. The pink shade of the walls made me smile, as it seems the sort of thing gran done when I first came to the house. I panted it dark purple and black after, leaving the patch behind the wardrobe. It reminds me now that someone cares; well cared enough to worry about what I would like, as she changed the colour of my room every time I changed my mind of what my favourite colour was but ended up being pink at about every two months, as she loved the colour. The sheets smelt new. I haven’t figured out who cleans the house yet. Hopefully me, as then I would be out of here very soon.
It didn’t take long to un-pack, as all the jeans were folded, I just had to put them on the wardrobe shelf and the rest of my clothes took up a few of the hangers. The clothes that were already there were mostly dresses. Like very posh looking dresses, something that you would wear to weddings. I took a deep breath.
‘It’s not that bad; I think they will look really good on you.’ I turned to see Orlando, but