I'm a kid like everyone else,
So let me go,
I don't wanna be your hero.

L E T A

Okay, clearly I'd pissed somebody off. And by somebody, I meant some kind of god.

Because, let's be real, who has luck as bad as mine? First, I get mind-tied to a tree by a hot boy and then get attacked by a creepy vampire lady when apparently said hot boy had said for me to be protected.

Yeah, that sentence confused me too- and I lived it.

I groaned, rubbing the spot on my neck where creepy vampire lady had bitten me. 'Ugh,' I mumbled. 'Ugh, ugh, ugh.'

Then I noticed my surrounding. I was in a hotel.

A luxury hotel.

I was lying on huge gold couch, surrounded by various luxury items. Paintings lined the walls, and I got the feeling that they were slightly more professional than my kindergarten drawings that were tacked up on my mom's bedroom walls. There was a heavy oak door across the room, which practically had I am built to keep teenage girls locked inside painted in big bold letters on it. There was also a mirror on the door, which I found a bit weird (I saw my reflection it, and then immediately looked away. My hair was a mess, I had a giant bite on my neck, and the bags under my eyes were totally not designer).

There was a small bedside table that looked more expensive then my entire house lying next to me, which had what looked like freaking solid gold cups on it. I reached over and picked up a glass, then instantly set it back down again. The glasses were full of something that didn't look like water, and I was slightly afraid to look closer at.

'Ugh, ugh, ugh,' I mumbled, clutching my head and staggering to my feet. 'Ugh, ugh, ick. Where the hell am I? What the hell is going on?'

Unsurprising, the room didn't answer me.

Resisting the urge to stamp my feet and throw a total toddler fit, I gritted my teeth and peered into the cup next to me.

'Argh!' I screamed. 'Oh my- holy crap! What the fuck is going on?'

There. Was. Blood. In. A. Drinking. Glass.

Then Raphael opened the door and stepped inside the room.

That was when I reached my weirdness limit for the day. Or possibly the entire year. Or maybe even forever.

Then Raphael smiled, sharp fangs glinting from underneath his lips, and that's when I properly freaked out.

'Help!' I shrieked. 'Somebody help! Help! I'm being kidnapped! Help! He-'

Faster than I could see, Raphael was across the room and holding his hand over my mouth like a total creep- so I did the only thing a girl could do in that situation.

I bit his hand, kneed him in the balls and sprinted across the room as fast as I could, still shouting. 'HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!'

And he was there again, grabbing me and throwing me over his shoulder and then dumping me on the sofa. 'Calm down, Leta,' he said softly, and I felt my heartbeat slow down and a sense of peace wash over me.

Why wouldn't I calm down? I wondered. Why's he telling me to calm down? I am calm.

In fact, I couldn't even remember why I'd been so stressed out before.

'Just listen to me,' Raphael told me. 'Just breathe and listen to me.'

I relaxed, taking deep breaths, and stopped thinking of anything but what Raphael was saying.

'You're in huge trouble,' Raphael said carefully, running a hand through his hair and staring at me. 'Not that's a surprise, considering the way you carry on. Couldn't you have got yourself less dangerous friends? Or even more likeable ones? Do you know how much grief that Stefan boy's given us?'

'Stefan?' I repeated, starting to feel a little dizzy. 'I don't have a friend called Stefan.'

'Sean, then. Whatever his name is. Star Wars boy. Whatever.' Raphael sighed (he seemed to do that a lot.) 'Anyway, Camille wants you.'

I blinked. 'For what?' The dizzy feeling was increasing, a lot. 'Which one's Camille, again?'

Suddenly, he was next to me, kneeling by my side with his face right up next to me. I reacted a few seconds too late, my head spinning. 'Hey! What are you doing? Get off!'

He stared into my eyes like the total creep he was. 'Calm down, Leta.'

I started to feel a little bit nauseous, too.

Raphael touched my eyelids, peering at my irises, and I realised that he smelt really nice- funny, considering he was dead. I snickered, and Raphael gave me a weird look before sitting back on his heels. 'Great. Of all the people in the entire world, you had to be part of the 5% who get dizzy if a vampire tries to force them to do something too much. Perfect. Camille's going to freak.'

I giggled. Suddenly it seemed quite funny that Camille was going to freak. In fact, it felt quite funny that I was part of a 5% that got dizzy. I giggled even more.

5%? That was quite a small number. For some reason, that made me laugh even more.

Raphael put his face in his hands, and I giggled again. 'People actually do that?' I asked. 'I thought that only happened in books!'

Then I remembered that, technically, Raphael wasn't even a person, and that made me laugh even more. 'You're a vampire,' I chuckled. 'Do you sparkle?'

Smiling, I elbowed him. 'Get it? You're a vampire! You sparkle! Like Edward Cullen. Isn't that funny?'

'No,' Raphael muttered. He looked like he felt nothing would ever be funny again. 'You're just like a drunk Magnus, only worse, seeing as I have to do some things that need you to be fully aware of everything, and we don't have much time. God damn, Leta!'

'God damn,' I imitated. 'You have such a funny voice! Can I borrow it?'

'No.'

'Meanie.' I poured, and swung my legs towards the floor, hitting Raphael in the process.

'Oh, no,' Raphael groaned. 'Don't do that. Leta! You're like a drunk six-year old Magnus.'

'I try,' I giggled. 'Ooh, you have such awesome fangs. Where can I get a pair?'

'That's the point,' Raphael murmured. 'You have to get a pair.'

I'd forgotten what we were talking about, but I thought we were talking about socks. Or maybe tomatoes. Did it really matter? 'I don't want socks for Christmas, thank you. You seem like the person who'd buy me green socks, you see, and I don't like green.'

Raphael bit his lip, glanced towards the door, and then sighed. 'I'm sorry, Leta,' he said quietly, and then slapped me.

Yes, I'm the worst author ever. I make you wait ages for an update, then make it a stupid one, but never fear, the next one will be good (hopefully) so like forwards to that.

If you have any questions, feel free to PM me! Feedback is always welcome.

xxx Jade

P.S- any song recommendations? I'm working on the playlist.