pretend for the weekend (spencer)

[RYLAND CELIA MCKINLEY]

we are fast youth
going no where burning this town like we don't care

Ryland could not stand being bored. She was easily amused, yet got fed up with things and people just as easilly. Ryland loved spending time with Jeremiah, but she did get tired of him after some point. They had planned a little date night. She had canceled on him when she heard about a drink special going on at Club of Daggers. It wasn't the nicest thing to do. Ryland wasn't known for being nice though. Plus it was rare when that kind of shit happened. They were extending the happy hour. Ryland never usually bought her own drinks, but now she could. She wouldn't mind. She always missed happy hour at the club. At least she didn't lie to Jeremiah about why she canceled.

Ryland made it clear that she wanted to go alone too. She had tried to invite Kenna, but got no answer out of her. The hunter could go out on her own and still have fun. She would just need to make sure not to drink a lot. Ever since she got shot, she had to be careful with the amount of alcohol she drank. Ryland already had a trip to the hospital for that. Sometimes she never thought of the consequences when she did things. She had just caused a bit of alarm with her choice. Ryland was always unpredictable.

She was going through her closet, chatting away with Jeremiah. Ryland didn't think he'd go anywhere while she was gone. She would probably be gone for a few hourrs tops. Since she couldn't go off and hook up with people she definitely wouldn't be gone long. Ryland never thought she would actually be faithful with someone. She never let herself get attached to people and now that she actually was investing her emotions with Jere, she could never imagine herself with any other person. Yet Ryland did slip up sometimes and found herself making out with Kenna at some points. She would catch herself and stop eventually. That was harmless thought. Plus it was Kenna.

Ryland finally slipped on what she felt was appropriate. She wasn't going to go full out sexy because now that was only for one person. Gah, it felt so weird thinking like that. She still was not used to not being single. Not single Ryland was something even her friends had to get used to. Beth seemed so shocked when she told her about Jeremiah. It was kind of funny. She wished Beth liked to go out. Ryland loved spending time with her. Evenn if they were complete opposites, they still had fun.

About and hour later and a few drinks later Ryland was already getting bored of Club of Daggers. She pushed past the people on the dancefloor about to punch a bitch in the face for glaring at her. Ryland sighed and walked to the bar to order another drink. After getting her rum and coke, she sat down on one of the booths near the back. There weren't many people around and she was grateful for that. She needed to breath. Ryland took a few large gulps of the drink and then began sipping through the straw, playing with the ice. She wished Kenna had come with her. Maybe it would have been more fun if she had gotten high. Eh, whatever.

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[SPENCER GRAHAM ZIMMERMAN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #dcd4c7; border: #eae4d8 10px solid;] watch me change Spencer felt it come over him like nothing he had ever felt before. The sudden urge to kill the woman he sat across from was so overwhelming that it gave him the greatest of headaches. His fist slammed against the table and frightened the girl. He looked up at her with bloodshot eyes and told her that he had to leave immediately. Spencer got up slowly and clenched his fists beside him as he slowly, almost painfully, walked out the restaurant doors. He walked down the street in the cool air and took long, slow, deep breathes to try and regain his composure. He knew he had to control himself—at least until he could go home and get some blood that he had stocked up on. But his house was seven blocks away and the only way he would be able to get there in time was if he drove. His car was three blocks away in a parking garage and even so, he didn’t have his keys. His date had put them in her purse because he had no pockets in these grey slacks. Spencer walked behind a back alley and slowly slid down the wall. He sat against it for a few moments when he heard footsteps coming his way. He looked up and saw his date. Sasha was her name. The blonde girl looked frightened and when catching his eye, ran quickly towards him. “Spencer, are you alright?” she asked in a panicked voice. Sasha noticed how pale he had become and touched her hand to his skin. “You’re so cold,” she whispered. “We should get you to the hospital.” Sasha stood and took Spencer’s hand. He tightened his hand around hers and hoisted himself up. His head felt dizzy and he fell forward a little and pinning Sasha against the wall. “I’m sorry,” he said in a low voice. “I didn’t—“ Sasha smiled empathetically and patted his shoulder with patience. “It’s alright,” she said. Spencer knew she couldn’t understand what he was sorry for because she didn’t know that he was about to suck her blood dry, right from her neck. He sighed and put his lips against her neck. She tried to back away, but she was tight against the wall. As she began to protest, Spencer sunk his teeth into her neck. He covered her mouth with his hand and sucked the scarlet liquid from her system. He felt so empowered and so much stronger by the time he was done with her. Spencer took her limp body and threw her into a nearby dumpster. “I’m sorry Sasha,” he said once again. Half of him did feel terrible for killing her in such a way, but his other half simply laughed and moved on right away. He could feel both sides of himself at war inside his head. He was slowly overtaken with hunger and soon his mermaid self was washed away. Spencer took a deep breath and sighed out all of his frustrations. He hated how long it took for this beastly side to come out. He thought that other half was just a sad sack of crap that should just quit fighting and let him take over full-time. But alas, his mermaid side was a fighter, and he needed to rest anyhow. But tonight he was doing no resting until he found and drained the perfect victim. He figured the first place he should look was the club. There were always tons of people there at this time of night and he was sure that the perfect prospect was waiting there to be swooned. He could very easily get a girl to fall for his charm. But he wanted a challenge. He wanted someone who would make him work for it or even make him hunt. He wanted to hunt, to feel their quick pulse under his lips. As he walked into the club he heard every heart heat. Some were faster than others, one was irregular, and another was completely calm. He looked for the tranquil heartbeat, and when he laid his eyes upon Ryland he knew it was hers. He could practically smell her blood pumping through her veins. Spencer grinned and walked towards her. He noticed a few women glancing his way and smiling, but his eyes were dead set on Ryland. She was his challenge tonight. “Ry, how are you?” he asked and squeezed in next to her. WORDS: ENOUGH BITCH . TAGGED: FUCKIN CIRCE WIFE . OUTFIT: JEANS AND A PINK BUTTON DOWN BITCH

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[RYLAND CELIA MCKINLEY]

we are fast youth
going no where burning this town like we don't care

Going to a club and not being single was a bit odd. Usually when she came alone her main target was to get laid. Now she just felt wrong. Old Ryland would have been grinding on just about everyone and already found her a reasonable enough person to take her back. She just felt bored sitting there in that booth alone. Ryland crossed her leg over the other, feeling her boredom slowly shift into anger as she sat there even longer. The thing that was pissing her off was that she felt so restricted from doing what she usually thought was fun. This break from Jere was only boring her even more. Ryland had no idea how people in realtionships even had fun when going to club. There were too many tempting oppurtunities and Ry knew she was committed to her boyfriend, but being here was making it hard so she thought isolating herself for a bit would help.

Ryland rolled her eyes as two girls slid themselves into a booth and almost instantly started making out. She crossed her arms over her chest after setting her drink down and surveyed the loud scene in front of her and trying to ignore the moaning near her. Luckily the music nearly drowned it out. Ryland wanted to go dance. She knew it wasn't a sin to dance with a guy. Ryland hesitated and decided not to go. She didn't know what was up with her. Ryland was acting like the world would crash down and Jeremiah would just end things if she simply just danced with a few guys.

Hell, she still screwed around with Kenna even though she was with Jer, so she wanted to figure out what was stopping her. Ryland knew she didn't have limits when it came to this. She'd probably get so many drinks in her that she couldn't tell left from right and she'd wake up in some stranger's bed and then she'd really feel bad. Jeremiah wasn't the nicest of all people, but she could never cheat on him. Ryland wouldn't even want him to even think of sleeping with other girls, so she would try not to do the same.

Okay, this was her time away from him. That was enough of that. Ryland grabbed her drink and downed the last of it. She was about to get up to get another one when she spotted a familiar figure walking toward the booth. Ryland sunk back into the seat, her irritation rising. She loved Kenna with all of her heart, but her brother was another story. Ryland tried her best to be nice to him whenever Kenna was around. The dude was everything she despised in a person. He was just weak all over. Too sweet and nice to even speak up for himself whenever Ryland chose to say something on the mean side. It made her so angry because he was a walking pet peeve of hers. She could have just got up and walked right past him, but he was too close to the booth to do that. Ryland crossed her arms right back over her chest, letting out a loud sigh.

She watched him with icy blue eyes as he settled himself in the booth. Ryland had to give him credit though, he did have confidence. There was a guy Kenna fucked occasionally named Trace and his lack of confidence made Ryland want to shoot him in the face. Ryland had no idea what Kenna saw in the kid. He was scrawny, awkward, and his jokes just made Ry cringe. She wanted the backhand the little shit. Kenna said he was good in bed, so that was the only reason she'd approve of him. Only reason. Ryland didn't see it when she looked at the tall, pale boy. People did change behind closed doors though. She snapped back into reality, when she heard Spencer's voice over the loud music. Ryland studied his appearance. The guy wasn't ugly, his personality just killed just about everything.

Ryland wouldn't go after him because after all he was a Zimmerman and she wasn't that dirty of a person to have sex with two siblings. She looked away from him and at some girls a little way off eyeing the fuck out of him. Ryland didn't see it. Her blue eyes stopped back on him, still as bored and irritated as before."I'm just trying to figure out why the fuck you're talking to me." She said calmly, giving him a look."I don't see Kenna anywhere, so what makes you think this is okay?" She gestured between the two of them and rolled her eyes, turning away from him. Ryland didn't care what damage it did on his little heart that she was giving him a little tough love. The boy had to learn. She always treated him like this, so she had no idea why he thought it would be alright to try when his sister was gone. He'd still get the same treatment. It wasn't a damn act.

Ryland never thought about karma biting her in the ass because she didn't think of life in that way. She didn't regret much and she meant what she said. Ryland felt she was doing the world a favor by being honest. If she didn't like him, he should know. Sure it was a petty and very dumb reason for disliking him. It was just how she felt. Ryland turned her body back toward his,"Actually, either leave or make yourself useful by getting me another drink." Ryland flashed him a seductive smile, honestly not caring if it worked or not. Either way he'd leave her alone and that was all she really wanted. If he got her the drink he could stick around for a little, then she'd just boot him again. Ryland knew she should treat her best friend's sibling better, but Kenna understood that was just how she was and she meant no real harm.

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[SPENCER GRAHAM ZIMMERMAN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #dcd4c7; border: #eae4d8 10px solid;] watch me change He had never realized the hatred Ryland showed him until now. Honestly he could care less, but he wanted to see what she would do if he stayed sitting across from her anyways. He wondered if she had ever met with this darker side of him, and if she had, how much she feared him. It would be good to put some sort of fear into her since she was always so confident and sure of herself. He was sure she would be scared shitless if she came face to face with this vampire side of his. And he would like to put her in her place once and for all. He was so tired of being walked all over and pushed around like he didn’t matter. Ryland was one of those people that always did it to him, always talked down to him like he was little more than a piece of trash. But all of that was over now, starting tonight. He was done being a little toy that she could toss around. He was going to show her who was boss. First he had to act normal. He hated this weak side of himself, the one who was so nice to everyone. It was the biggest pile of crap he’d ever seen, and it was unfortunately a part of him he just couldn’t make disappear. But that was who Ryland knew so it was who he had to be. So he smiled at her and pretended like everything was normal. He could smell the blood racing in her system, hear her heart pounding in her chest, and practically taste it on his lips. If only she would shut the hell up so he could drag her out back and drink from her already. The one girl he had early just wasn’t enough for him. He wanted more, and he knew that Ryland was perfect for the occasion. Maybe after this, she’d finally understand him more. Spencer grinned and licked his dry lips at her rude comment and question. “Look, I know you don’t like me…for some reason, but I’m trying to be nice to you for Kenna’s sake. And for my own. Don’t you think it’s better to not hate each other than to just pretend like we get along in front of Ken?” he asked not really caring what her answer was. And he really didn’t want to be friends with her. With her request, he raised his hand for one of the few barkeeps and asked to get another of what she was having. When she brought it back, he asked for a Bud Light. He had just turned 21 a few weeks ago and Kenna had yet to throw him that giant party she promised. “Happy?” he asked, again not really giving two fucks as to what she said. He figured he’d better get her pretty drunk if he was going to get her to not leave. He’d buy her as many drinks as it took for him to be able to help her home. Then he could devour her. WORDS: ENOUGH BITCH . TAGGED: FUCKIN CIRCE WIFE . OUTFIT: JEANS AND A PINK BUTTON DOWN BITCH

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[RYLAND CELIA MCKINLEY]

we are fast youth
going no where burning this town like we don't care

Ryland figured since he would try and stick around she could use him to her advantage. She wasn't really sure how to get rid of him anyways. Ryland was holding back because she didn't want the fact that she was being a bitch to Kenna's brother to get back to her friend. She guessed she would have to try and act civil for a bit. Ryland always had trouble holding back her anger. She didn't really have a real reason for being irritated towards Spencer and she figured she might as well find a reason. Ryland never really gave the guy a chance. The first sentence that came out of his mouth when they first met just made her wonder how he was not a virgin. Being a gentleman was cool sometimes, but he acted like a fucking saint all the time. He was the complete opposite of his wild sister and that bothered Ryland for some reason. Maybe it was the fact that he rolled out of bed with a positive attitude and Ryland constantly woke up with anger weighing down her shoulders. The constant anger she felt made her a bitter and rude person. She wasn't really sure who or what she was angry at, but all she knew was that it was getting tiresome.

She eyed him with an odd expression as he grinned at her. What the fuck was he smiling for? Ryland wasn't being all peaches and cream, so what was making him act so happy. She leaned in slightly to listen to what he was saying a bit better. Ryland sighed and leaned back when he was finished. She guessed he was right. Most of the time she gave not one person a chance to prove themselves to her. Ryland was so quick to judge, but got insanely pissed off whenever another person judged her instantly. She didn't even consider that hypocritical. Ryland just assumed everyone would kiss her feet and that perception was completely wrong. Just about everyone who met her thought she was a cold hearted bitch. Ryland acted like she didn't care and that she wasn't lonely with no friends, but sometimes that boredom drove her crazy. She surrounded herself with complete strangers all the time who always ended up turning on her for the fact that she was a bitch to them. Ryland was just to afraid to let anyone in, because they would end up leaving her just like her father did.

Ryland was constantly fearful of Jeremiah just up and leaving her. He was fucking beautiful and it all felt too good to be true sometimes. Ryland felt she didn't really deserve anyone. She was better off alone than hurting the people around her like she always did. Jere was kind of like a male version of her in a way, but he had that spark to him. He spoke to her in such a careless way and no one ever spoke to her that way. It was probably wrong to let him speak to her like that. Ryland found it oddly attractive and she probably shouldn't. She always surrounded herself with the wrong people. Ryland had always been that way. Even if Jeremiah was bad for her, she did have to admit he did make her happy whenever he was being nice. God, this was her night to get a break from him, and he was still on her mind. She never thought about someone that much. It was making her sick with how much he was on her mind. Ryland could barely focus as it was and having him constantly in her thoughts wasn't helping.

She was going to try and be nice to Spencer for Kenna's sake then. Kenna, Beth, and now Jeremiah were probably the only few people she truly cared about that wasnt part of her family. Ryland had family issues, so that was probably a good thing she did have a few people she did care about. She snapped out of her thoughts to focus back on her friend's brother. Ryland shrugged,"I guess. I mean I don't think you give a fuck either ways. I doubt you're Mr. Nice Guy all the time. You probably do hate me deep down in that sugar coated heart." She leaned in toward his ear, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Ryland knew how to be nice to others, she just chose not to. It was more for their benefit than hers. If anyone got close to her she'd just fuck them over in the longrun and she wanted to save people that pain and her own pain as well. She was so fearful that others would leave and fuck her over, she would make sure to do it to others before they got the chance to stomp on her heart. It was all a mess to her.

Ryland pulled back away from him and watched as he called over someone to get another drink. Through some work she could get him wrapped around her finger like she did with most guys. The girl returned a bit later with the drinks. Ryland laughed and nodded."Thanks." She grabbed his cheek and pinched it gently. He had started a game of cat and mouse already."So, why're you here alone? You trying to fuck some drunken slut? I'm sorry, but you won't get much from me." Ryland smiled at him, taking a sip from her drink. This boy had no idea how much she would fuck with him. He had basically given her the permission to be a completely different type of bitch to him.

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[SPENCER GRAHAM ZIMMERMAN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #dcd4c7; border: #eae4d8 10px solid;] watch me change Spencer wanted to roll his eyes so badly when she replied. Ryland was full of shit and they both knew it. Ryland didn’t like him because he was nice? That was the biggest crock of shit he had ever heard. She didn’t like him because he wasn’t just like Kenna and didn’t take her shit when she threw it at him. She hated that her rude, snide comments didn’t bother him at all and he never responded to her with anger or annoyance. She loved reactions to all her comments and remarks and when she didn’t get them she got even more pissed off. She was just a bitch looking for attention. And he would be damned to ever give her any of the sick attention she craved for so badly. She seriously needed to go to some fucking therapy and get her shit together. Spencer shrugged in response. “I don’t really hate anyone really, you included.” Spencer rested his arm across the empty seat beside him and looked across the table at Ryland with a blank stare. “I think you expect people to hate you. But it’s really not the case with me.” He laughed a little though his eyes were detached from the smile. Spencer guessed that Ryland was one of those people who hated everyone because they didn’t bow down at her feet like she was the queen of the fucking earth. But then he thought about the few friends she had and how she acted towards them and wondered how exactly they were supposed to even start a friendship. Spencer couldn’t see himself ever being an actual friend to Ryland because she annoyed him too much. But honestly he could not picture Kenna being friends with Ryland. He would have thought their personalities would have clashed so much that they hated each other with a passion. Instead they were practically gay together. It was weird. Spencer took a large gulp of his drink and set it down with a soft thud in front of him. When Ryland pinched his cheek, he almost snatched her hand away and threw it down onto the table. Then he remembered that his piece of shit other half would never do that and since he was putting up a front, he couldn’t do it either. Instead, he just formed a small, almost invisible smile. “Actually I’m here because I was going to meet a friend.” Lie. “And she hasn’t gotten here yet.” Another lie. “I’m probably being stood up, but it’s happened before so it doesn’t bother me.” Spencer took another sip of his drink and leaned forward on the table putting his elbows on the edge. “Why are you here alone? Trying to pick up some drunk asshole that wouldn’t otherwise sleep with you?” he asked with a completely serious expression. Two could play the asshole game. WORDS: ENOUGH BITCH . TAGGED: FUCKIN CIRCE WIFE . OUTFIT: JEANS AND A PINK BUTTON DOWN BITCH

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[RYLAND CELIA MCKINLEY]

we are fast youth
going no where burning this town like we don't care

Ryland wouldn't even give Spencer a smidgen of her time or attention if he wasn't a Zimmerman. She had no idea how she made it through life with little to no friends and never once felt lonely until the point she had met Jeremiah. He had opened her eyes so much to all her faults and she was slowly try to change them. So, maybe changing her attitude toward her best friend's brother would be a start. Ryland still couldn't hide her agitation she felt toward him. She used to not know the root as to why such cheerful and nice people pissed her off, but she knew a little bit too well and it was a bit depressing to think of it. If Ryland gave people a chance she probably would be a much better person and her luck might be a bit better. She didn't know how she went through all those years of her life being a complete bitch to everyone and she hadn't completely come back to bite her in the ass. Besides the time she got attacked by the werewolf and getting shot in the stomach, she felt like life had been a bit too nice to her.

Ryland wasn't a pessimist anyways or at least she felt like she wasn't one. She did walk around with a sour attitude, but she didn't dwell on bad things like pessimists did. Oddly, Ryland looked forward to each new day and expected to have a great one. Ever since she had met Jeremiah she felt like a completely new person. She was realizing new things about herself, good and bad. Ryland had basically lived her life as one big ball of bitch and didn't bother with emotions or anything. Now she felt like a newborn Ryland. Even around all these partying and happy people, she hadn't gone on her old whim and gotten herself belligerently gone. Almost every time she drank before she would blackout and find herself in either a stranger's bed or a familiar bed. She was limited herself on the drinks because she didn't want to make a stupid mistake and anger Jeremiah.

God, it felt like he was all she thought about. Was she really that simple minded? She had gone out just to get away from him. Ryland didn't want to suffocate him with her presence and she didn't want to feel suffocated either, yet there she was thinking about him nearly every ten seconds. She snapped out of her thoughts and focused back on Spencer. Ryland did note that he was acting a bit different than his usual self, but she was never one to realize those details could reveal something important. Hence why she wasn't the greatest of all hunters. It was a relief to know that there were worse hunters out there and she wasn't as shitty as everyone else thought. Manuka seemed like it was the hunter capital of the world or some shit. Everywhere she turned she saw a familiar face of a hunter.

Ryland narrowed her eyes at his answer. That was all too bubblegum drops and rainbows. Even the nicest of all people had those few people who got under their skin. Either he was either being courteous or simply didn't dislike her, which she chose not to believe. About everyone she met had at least one problem with her. Ryland felt her stomach lurch oddly at his words since they were basically what she was thinking, but she didn't let those emotions show on her face. Instead she rolled her eyes, the smirk still playing on her lips."You don't know shit, so how about you not express what you think about me." She broke the strong gaze he held on her and studied a few drunken girls stumbling by and smiling at Spencer. Ryland didn't see what they saw at all. She looked right back over at him a second later,"And you expect me to believe that bullshit? You can't be all happy and gay all the damn time," Ryland laughed, wondering what really went on in that big head of his. Whatever type of drugs he was on that made him life everyone Ryland wanted to be on.

She watched as he took a large gulp of his drink and set it down onto the table. Ryland still held her own drink in her hand as he began to speak again. She took a few more sips and set the drink down as well."Oh, you have friends? Never would have guessed." Ryland smiled evilly, leaning back into the chair and crossing her arms over her chest. She felt her expression darken at his words. Ryland felt like she was allowed every privilege to be the biggest dick there was, but once someone disrespected her she felt it wasn't okay. She didn't care if that was hypocritical. The first mistake for anyone to make with her is disrespect her. Even though she was shit at hunting, she knew how to fuck someone up with her hands. Ryland laughed darkly and shook her head."You've got some balls, Spencer. You better be happy you're Kenna's brother because I would fuck you up. You have no idea." She finished off her drink and put it back down."But I respect you for having the courage to say that. Good job." She smiled genuinely at him, finally uncrossing her arms. Ryland could start to feel the alcohol kicking in considering she was dancing and sweating it off, but only sitting there and talking. She would probably have to slow down a bit. Ryland knew that wouldn't happen though.

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[SPENCER GRAHAM ZIMMERMAN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #dcd4c7; border: #eae4d8 10px solid;] watch me change Spencer really didn’t understand why his sister was best friends with this piece of trash, which was all Ryland was. Even his other half thought badly of Ryland, though it was for different reasons. Spencer could handle bitches and skanks like Ryland any time, but when they were fucking with his sister that was when it got out of hand. Kenna could take care of herself and all of that, but spencer, even as a vindictive vampire, didn’t like knowing his sister was being shaped and molded by her. She was sloppy and gross and even her boyfriend was too good for her. Honestly he didn’t know what that guy saw in her. She had a mouth as trashy as the rest of her and it only made her look that much worse. You didn’t really even have to insult her since she did it herself every time she opened that disgusting mouth of hers. He smelled around the club to see if there were any humans that had already gotten some alcohol in them and wondered just how long it would take for Ryland to drink herself into some kind of state that would prevent her from talking so much and dumbing down half of the club. He doubted that it would take her more than an hour since he knew that she was a heavy drinker, especially when she smoked and was at a place like this. All she needed was Kenna to come and help her drink herself into a nice coma. If it were possible, he’d call his sister up right now and get her to do just that, but then Spencer wouldn’t have the pleasure of feeding off of this bitch later, which was what he was planning on doing. It would show her that he was not to be messed with anymore because he was sick of all of her bullshit. He hated that she thought she was the hottest shit to happen to this earth and he wanted to finally put her in her place. Spencer had to put on a mask so that she wouldn’t think that he had changed any, therefore wouldn’t run screaming just yet. He needed to keep up the appearance that he was still just the same ole goodie-two-shoes boring Spencer until she relaxed enough around him before he finally struck. He had to keep his tongue on a tight leash because he knew he would snap at her soon and he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. He knew that moment would probably be soon, but he was glad that he had at least made her think he was normal spencer so far. He took a deep breath and looked at her with his eyebrows furrowed. “Did I somehow offend you?” he asked with an innocent look on his face. He hadn’t even said anything bad about her, but she just had to make it somehow about him like he had dome something wrong. Seriously this bitch was never happy. She had a fucking tree stuck up her ass and needed to get someone to come take it out before he did it right then and there. He hadn’t noticed the couple of girls that stumbled past other than the awful reek of alcohol, but he ignored them because he wasn’t interested in them. At least not at the moment, though he could be after he was through with Ryland. Spencer had tried to dumb down his comment enough for her to understand, but apparently she hadn’t understood. When she spoke, he sat back in the booth and took a large sip of his beer. “Of course I don’t think you'd believe me,” he said and set his bottle down with a loud thud. “For one I didn’t say anything about being happy or gay, which, by the way, mean the same thing. I don’t even know where you got that. All I said is that you think people are going to hate you, so you make them. Honestly it’s not even that difficult for you to do.” Spencer looked at her with a blank expression on his face. Spencer laughed at Ryland because she thought she was being rude when she said she never would have guessed that he’d have friends. “More than you,” he gloated and drank from his beer satisfyingly. He only added to her anger and waited for her response, which was exactly what he expected. She actually thought that she could kick his ass. She was a half ass hunter who could barely fight off a human, let alone a vampire who was twice her size and had strength much greater than she could ever know. “I would love to see you try to fuck me up, Ryland, I really would.” Spencer leaned forward on the table between the two of them and rolled his eyes. So now she respected him? That was just dandy. “That’s what I’ve always wanted,” he replied sarcastically. “Look, if I wanted your respect I would earn it. But believe me, I could give two goddamn shits about what you think about me, Ryland.” He finished off his drink and left her sitting there without giving her the chance to reply. An hour or two later he spotted Ryland leaving the club. He followed her outside without her noticing and stayed behind her until she wasn’t in such a crowded place. She reached an alleyway soon and that was when he pushed her against the wall so she couldn’t see him. He pinned her and lowered his voice into a hissing whisper. “Try to fuck me up now,” he said sticking his fangs deep into her neck and drinking her blood. WORDS: ENOUGH BITCH . TAGGED: FUCKIN CIRCE WIFE . OUTFIT: JEANS AND A PINK BUTTON DOWN BITCH

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[RYLAND CELIA MCKINLEY]

we are fast youth
going no where burning this town like we don't care

There probably was no way for Ryland to fully be nice to this kid. She always threw her anger at everyone else because she didn't want to deal with all the anger she had toward herself and her life. Ryland wasn't sure if she would ever force herself to deal with her own shit and stop treating everyone who crossed her path so rudely even when they didn't deserve it. For how she treated people she knew she deserved all the mind fucking she was getting from Jeremiah. Was that why she stayed with him? He was the only man to ever make her cry besides her father, and for some reason she felt it was karma coming back at her. And a sick part of her kind of enjoyed the torment he put her through. There was no way for Ryland to explain it because she could sit there thinking for hours of why she actually stayed with Jere. He did make her extremely happy, but there were days where she wanted him to just disappear. Ryland wasn't sure if that was what love did to you. If that was love Ryland knew she was screwed. She wasn't in love with Jeremiah just yet, but she knew she was getting there and that was terrifying.

She focused back on Spencer before her thoughts turned toward darker things. Ryland had been all peaches and cream before Jeremiah came into her life. She had numbed all her pain with booze and drugs. Now that she was cutting back on that and actually focusing on one person all those emotions she kept hidden were bursting out and making her doubt everything about...everything. Ryland hadn't been that self aware since she was fourteen. Right before her aunt sauntered right into that apartment and made her life more difficult than it already was. Her brain was so alert, she hated it because she couldn't hide from all the emotions that came at her. Ryland felt a lot more unstable than she had for years. Everything was piling up and it was driving her insane. It was causes her to be even more of a bitch than she actually was. Ryland knew there was a that sweet, innocent girl deep down, but she couldn't find her no matter how hard she look. Okay, she was done with the deep, heavy thoughts.

Ryland couldn't put her finger on what was a little off with Spencer. He was being a lot more sassy than usual and it was bothering her. Ryland was used to him just giving her an annoying look and basically trying his best to put up with her shit. He never in his life would speak back to her because he knew if he did he would be in deep shit. Ryland figured it was just the alcohol giving him the extra umph. It was liquid courage, which the hunter used to be fueled on throughout her teenage life. She fought girls left and right because she thought she was on top of the world when she was only even a little tipsy. Ryland had a lot more enemies then, than she did in Manuka in present day. Yet, it was always easy for the hunter to make enemies as soon as she opened her mouth.

She really did not like the way he was speaking to her. He had an innocent look and tone, but the words cut through her like ice. Ryland narrowed her eyes and just looked at him for a few moments with an irritated expression. She shook her head and rolled her eyes, not even able to find an answer good enough to express how done she was with him. Ryland wanted to throw a strong blow to his face to shut him up. She sighed dramatically as he continued to speak, completely twisting her words around somehow. Ryland put her face in her hands for a few seconds and looked back at him with a serious expression,"Dude, shut the fuck up. What are you talking about anyways?!" She snapped at him sharply. Who did this little fucker think he was? He had no idea who he was messing with. What could one wimpy ass mermaid do to her? She was trained to kill people like him, even if she didn't take it seriously, she knew what the hell to do. Ryland would do anything to do some damage to for his snide ass comments, but she wouldn't lay a finger on him since he was Kenna's brother. She doubted he would blab to his sister if she did anything. Ryland didn't want to cross that line and hurt Kenna like that.

What was he? Five? Ryland straight faced the fuck out of him while he spoke. He didn't even deserve her anger anymore. He was really starting to get under her skin. Where were these words coming from? Ryland watched him in slight disgust as he leaned over the table with that half ass thread."Don't talk to me like that, you little cunt. She said with the same placid expression on her face. He was getting into psycho Ryland territory. Ryland wanted to flick him away like a fly. Ryland was really curious why where all of this courage was coming from. It was bothering her that he was finally actually standing up for herself. She was glad she was good on her toes even when she was a little buzzed. Ryland sneered at his thick sarcasm. She could dish it, but really could never take it. Ryland flicked him off as he walked away and finished off her drink. She got up and pushed her way back into the crowd of dancing people and let herself get lost in the music. There was no way she would let a twink Spencer affect her.

A few hours later, a drunk Ryland was walking out of the club, a smile on her lips. She leaned against the brick wall for a few moments to check the time on her phone. Ryland stared at her phone for a few moments and she began to dial Jeremiah's number. She began to walk as the phone rang. She was scared to walk through the alleyways home. Hearing his voice would be a little bit of security. She only took the alleyways because it only took about six minutes to get back to her apartment. Ryland heard her boyfriend's voice through the receiver as she entered the first alleyway, but before she could even take a breath she was shoved into a wall by a strong force. Her phone fell to the ground with a crash and she let out a scream. Fear swelled up in her chest and took complete control over her body. It took a few moments to recognize who her attacker was, but once those words came out of his lips she felt all the fight leave her. What was he doing? This wasn't Spencer at all. Who was this monster? Before she could even try and put up a fight she felt his sharp teeth sink into her neck. Who would have known he was a vampire? Ryland was screaming, yelling, and trying her best to fight him off, but he had his powerful grip on her and was draining her blood quickly. Tears were pooling from her eyes as she realized she was going to die. Ryland clawed at him harshly, sobs escaping from her lips. She had a vampire drink from her before, but it was never this painful.

HER OUTFIT

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[SPENCER GRAHAM ZIMMERMAN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #dcd4c7; border: #eae4d8 10px solid;] watch me change Spencer knew Ryland’s type. She was a bitch to everyone because she didn’t always get whatever she wanted or she wanted to toy with people or she was upset with something going on in her life, which therefore made it okay in her mind to make everyone else’s life complete hell. Spencer had seen it in his own sister, who was, to his standards, just as much of a piece of shit as her best friend Ryland. They were really meant to be together, he thought, since they were both completely irrational and idiotic. But Spencer had found himself sympathyzing with his sister since she was, after all, related to him and he didn’t want to be associated with someone as lowly as her or Ryland. His sister though did have one good quality and that was that she didn’t take any shit from anyone. Of course ryland had that same quality, but ryland did it in an annoying way while Kenna did it with some dignity. Kenna, unlike ryland, didn’t cuss with every other word like she was on a fucking submarine. He wondered where she had learned english anyway. It obviously wasn’t very good or else she wouldn’t need to cuss at him so often. But spencer didn’t say as much. He figured giving her a taste of her own medicine was a much better idea. Spencer smiled sadistically at her when she questioned him. He couldn’t help it honestly. He just loved the way she got defensive and confused all in the same moment. It was like her real self was coming out—just a confused little person who didn’t quite understand why she was being criticized. “I mean that you make people hate you because you hate yourself. I didn’t realize it was a hard concept to understand…” Spencer’s smile disappeared and his eyes deadened. A harsh laugh escaped his lips when ryland called him a cunt. It was such a dirty word for sch a dirty little whore, he thought. He looked over at her and raised his eyebrows, wondering if she would ever act on her threats or if she was just a coward who never quite lived up to expectation. He hoped she would at least try so that when he killed her he could feel some sort of accomplishment. To his dismay, she was easier to capture than he thought and though it wasn’t as much fun as he thought due to her not squirming, he still drank from her. he did take his time seeing as no one would be able to save her now. Jeremiah was almost through with her when he took his fangs out of her neck and looked at her pale, tear-stained face. His smile showed bloody teeth and he licked his lips tauntingly. “Not going to fight me off, Ry?” he asked with a sharp laugh. Suddenly he was blown away by a force unknown. He rolled across the pavement and stopped hitting the other side of the alleyway. He looked up and saw a dark figure standing over him. Spencer tried to stand, but was knocked down by a fist then kicked in the stomach. As if the kick forced the vampire side of Spencer out of him, the regular, sweet and kind Spencer came to life. The boy looked down at his hands and saw the blood, smelled that it was not his own. He looked up and saw Ryland as blood trickled down the side of her neck and Spencer immediately felt sick to his stomach. “Ryland?” he asked, calling out to her. “What’s going on?” he knew exactly what was happening, he just couldn’t believe it. ”You were trying to kill my girlfriend you piece of shit.” a voice said. Spencer’s world went completely black with one last blow to his head. WORDS: ENOUGH BITCH . TAGGED: FUCKIN CIRCE WIFE . OUTFIT: JEANS AND A PINK BUTTON DOWN BITCH

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