Charlie Gyid 2, Anysia Eaton [best love story novels in english .txt] 📗

lay on my back. He climbed on top of me. He leaned in close, so close I didn’t have open my eyes to know that our noses where mille-metres apart.
“Brad” I moaned. I wasn’t up for getting up just yet. It was a Wednesday and we still had three more days of school till the weekend. Not forgetting two more arranged royal meetings.
He slammed his lips onto mine, passionately and rough. When he pulled away and sat up, I reached up and pulled him back. I stretched my arms up around his neck. He slowly untangled himself and stood up. I was wide awake from that kiss. I sat up, watching him walk to the sofa and sit down. I stood and walked to his side. I bent down and kissed him. When I pulled back I grabbed my clothes and walked into the bathroom to get changed. I did my hair and make-up while I was at it.
When I came out he was also changed. He was stood inspecting the plasma TV. I realised then in the years that I’d been here I still hadn’t shown him how to work the TV. He always tries to work it out when I’m not around but I always catch him. He had his school uniform on with his school bag over his shoulder.
“Are you ready?” I asked walking to my school bag that was lay on the sofa.
“Yes” he replied walking behind me.
I looked through my bag to check for all my stuff. He closed my bag just giving me enough time to get my fingers out of the way. He picked it up and placed it over his shoulder. He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room.
For the entire walk to the school corridor I tried to get my bag back off him but he wouldn’t let me. He kept insisting on him carrying it for me. When we reached our classroom, Gabby and Alison were waiting for us.
“Hey” they echoed together, they were smiling sheepishly at me.
“What?” They were making me nervous as they smiled at me like that.
“Nothing” they chanted together, bursting out laughing.
I turned to Brad, who looked a few shades paler.
“Are we going in or not?” he asked grabbing my hand and pushing past Alison and Gabby, pulling me with him.
Alison and Gabby laughed to each other and then joined us.
Spells and enchantments, final year. Finally.
In the time that I’ve been here I’d done, two and a half years of Intermediate and a year of Advance. Now I’m finally in my final year. We have six month until our very final exams. Then we have to make our minds up on what we want to do after school.
Our class had been significantly reduced to a number of ten as the other ten left after they finished their Intermediate level. I sat on the front right hand desk, next to me sat Brad, behind him was Alison and finally next to her – behind me – Gabby.
Mistress Halsente walked in, and walked to the front of the class.
“Alright, as you may know tomorrow is the day of underworld co-operation...” she started. The whole class started to moan.
Every year on the underworld co-operation day, the whole day is spent in your first lesson learning about the different night creatures and their kings and queens. It was the most boring day in the whole year.
“...and we have the usual day of underworld studies. However, this year we are going to be doing something different with the studies. You lot in pairs, will be organising different activities for the lower years to do, around the theme of the underworld” Mistress Halsente continued.
The whole class seemed to perk up, eyeing up the their preferred partners.
“Alright get into pairs” said Mistress Halsente sitting down behind her desk.
Before I could say a word, Brad pulled my desk to his.
“Right, you’ll be spending today in here planning then you do put it into action first thing tomorrow morning” said Mistress Halsente making herself comfortable.
“Urm, Mistress Halsente, how are we going decide who gets what creature?” asked one the lads in our class.
Mistress Halsente stood and picked up five pieces of paper. She wrote something on each of them. She folded them and then handed them out. “There you go, now get cracking.” She said sitting back in her seat “Two of you have the same”
I picked up our piece of paper. I unfolded it. Brad’s eyes surprising wasn’t looking at the piece of paper but at me. Written in Mistress Halsente’s usual handwriting was...
Vampire
“Great, we got the blood suckers.” Moaned Brad finally taking his eyes of me.
“Vampires actually exist?” I asked. Three and a half years hadn’t got me used to all this underworld stuff. According to Brad, there were several different underworld creatures. The biggest four: Vampires; Wiccans and Warlocks; Werewolves; and Shape shifters, each have their own laws and royalties, while the rest pick from one of the four and then follow them.
“Wow” I couldn’t help it. All the creatures that I used to read about in fantasy tales were real. I could remember when I was little and I used to spend hours arguing with Alison on whether they were real or not. I guess I have finally won that argument.
“So what are we going to do?” asked Brad taking my hand and squeezing it tight.
“I don’t know” I replied, I couldn’t think of anything to do “What do you think everybody else is doing?”
Both of us looked around at the different pairs, who had all opened their books and started scribbling things down. We couldn’t understand how everybody knew what to do.
“Mistress Halsente, what exactly must we do?” asked Brad. The both of us had been thinking the same thing.
“Well, it could be anything, a presentation, a little show, or a lecture. Your choice” she replied not taking her eyes off an essay on her desk.
I thought for a second of all the books on Vampires I had ever read. The magical creatures book didn’t help very much. The book only told us that they drank blood and could only be killed by a wooden stake through the heart or having their heads cut off. Brad checked through of the different books looking for anything that could help us.
“Maybe we should do a presentation” he suggested “I mean we could write all of these facts down and well present them”
“How?” I asked him. He looked at me confused so I continued “How are we going to present them?”
“A collection of those large flash cards” he replied as he fiddled with my fingers.
“Normal humans can do that, we’re magical, we should do something magical” I said a little disappointed.
I turned the page in the book I was looking in, when I found a picture of a typical vampire den.
“I have an idea. Why don’t we recreate a vampires den? We could have all the light off and say ‘this is what we would see if we entered’ then we turn on some blue, red and green lights and say ‘this is what a Vampire would see when they enter.” I suggested.
“And how exactly are we going to do that in one day?” he asked giving me the look that says ‘you know I’m right’.
I slumped down on the desk. When an idea popped in to my head.
“Mistress Halsente, are we allowed to use the people in the year below us for help?” I asked her.
“If they agree to it” she replied finally looking up from her desk.
“What’s your idea?” asked Brad with a smile on his face.
“My idea is we split the year below us into three groups. A group of four, and then two groups of three. You and I will split and join the groups of three...” I started when he interrupted “Can we get to the point?”
I stuck my tongue out at him and then continued “Ok, two different Vampire Cohorts. Your group and mine. Each one will be a different colour. Your group will be blue and my group red. In the morning we will have until dinner time to convince as many people to join our groups. Then at dinner the third group will enter the game. They will be the vampire hunters, if they catch a vampire and the vampire can’t talk their way out, then that vampire has to un-join. Once you’ve un-joined you can’t re-join the same vampire group, but you can join the other. We can keep collecting new vampire until ten to three. Then at that point the two groups will come together and the group with the most Vampires wins.”
“That’s a brilliant idea” said Mistress Halsente “People will enjoy doing that”
“But how are we going to show who is a vampire?” asked Brad.
“Can we maybe draw three lines on their cheek? Then they can’t hide that very easily. The red group would do it red pen and the blue group would do it in blue.” I replied showing him by stroking his cheek, where the pen would be.
“That would be great. How are you going to organise it?” asked Mistress Halsente walking to us and pulling up a chair.
“Well the vampires will be going around the different groups trying to convince them to join the group. I was planning on talking to the students, so they don’t give in straight away, so the vampires have to work for their prey. Only Brad, me and the people in the year below us can turn a student into a vampire. If a student vampire manages to convince somebody then they have to bring that person to one of us. At dinner we will release the Vampire hunters. They will go around trying to find the vampires. If they find one, the vampire will have to try and talk their way out of it. I will talk to the hunters to make sure they don’t make it too hard for the vampires to talk their way out. If they decide that the vampire isn’t convincing enough then they will draw over the lines in black. Of course then the other team can claim the student. Then at ten to three all the vampires will gather in the Battle room so we can count the teams and see who wins” I explained.
“Right you better go and talk to the people in the year below. They should be with Sir Mallot right now” said Mistress Halsente standing.
Brad and I stood up.
It didn’t take long to explain to the people in the year below what they’ve got to do. We also split them into the two vampire teams and the hunters. We sorted out the different marks, and the pens that we’ll be using.
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“Scott” shouted Sir Malice, in the full volume of his voice. He was sat on his throne. The mirror that only showed the image of Charlie had been moved so he could stare at her.
Suddenly the door to the room shot open and in came a lad with spiky blond hair, he looked in his mid-twenties when in fact he was over two hundred years old. He knelt down in front of Sir Malice and said in a shaky voice “You called my prince.”
“Yes, I want to know when Charlie will be brought to me” Sir Malice barked looking down on the lad.
“We have dispatched Tony, our event planner, to schedule a visit to the Swiss Covert.” The lad said.
“How long will it be before he returns?” barked Sir Malice.
“He hasn’t long left sir, he may be a while. Though