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"But you can find Vasilisa?" he asked.

"Is that our first priority?" I groaned. "Damnit. I saw a mall back there and I was hoping to get a new hairbrush. I left the last one in Russia and Lissa gets mad when I use hers." Hans gave me an incredulous look. "Ok, ok. I'll help. But can I get a new hairbrush after?" I begged.

"You're walking to and from the mall." Hans snapped and shoved me forward.

"Ok." I grinned.

"Ok. Give us some information." Hans urged.

"Three waves. Some on Lissa and Christian, some outside and some inside the building before the storage room." I replied lazily, checking my nails for stray dirt.

Hans gave me one last exasperated look before turning to the rest of the people to form a plan. A few minutes later, we were tearing along the road towards a warehouse full of possibly hot guys and a bunch of girls that were probably going to be wearing clothes that would look so much better on me. I toppled out of the car gracefully, trying to get away from the carful of sweating guardians.

"Ew." I shrieked wiping at any exposed skin with a towel I had shoved in my sock. I noticed a few of the newer guardians giving me quizzical looks but the older ones were so used to me pulling things out of my sock that they just shoved the newer guardians towards the charging Strigoi. I caught sight of the Strigoi and ran in a circle, squealing.
"Don't touch me! I spent two hours on my hair this morning."

Hans grabbed me by my shoulders and forced me into the building. "Lead the way." He growled.

"So pushy." I sniffed, running on my tip-toes to avoid the layer of dust that caked the floor. I was so focused on the dirt that I hardly noticed the Strigoi rushing towards us until guardians surged from behind me to battle them. Hans shoved me into a gap in the fighters and I squealed as he pushed me through a particularly thick layer of dust. I sprinted faster than I ever have in an attempt to get out of it and ten of us burst into a hallway with a number of doors.

I danced on the spot. "Which door? Which door, Hans?!"

"The one with guards obviously." He growled back.

"Right." I yelled and sprinted towards the door. Half our group tackled the guards and my group attempted to bust down the door. Or in other words, the other four in my group busted down the door while I fixed my makeup. I skipped through the broken door, nearly colliding with a female Strigoi who immediately reached for my loose hair.

"Oh hell no!" I screamed, staking her before her hand reached my hair. "Gosh. I got worried there. Do you know how long this took?" I yelled to nobody in particular. Then I spotted what I desperately needed. A hairbrush. Lying near a chair. I darted towards it, underneath arms of Strigoi and dhampir alike.

"Oh my god!" I squealed, brushing my hair.

"You never change do you?" I heard a familiar voice above my head.

"Oh, it's you again. Picture time?" I asked hopefully, raising my new phone.

"No." He replied, his hand flashing towards my phone.

I yanked it out of his reach. "NO! This phone must survive. My fans love my phone. They were so heartbroken when you smashed my last one. They wanted to know what the notification was and you broke it."

"What fans? The ones from the mental hospital?" Dimitri threw his hands in the hair exasperatedly.

"A few of them may be from there but that's not the point. They love me. And I love them. More than I love you." I threw my arm dramatically across my forehead and took a few steps back.

"Go back to fighting. You don't talk when you fight. You almost look like an avenging angel come to deliver the justice of heaven." He waved me back towards the fight.

"Almost? I have a pair of wings and a halo… just let me get them." I held one finger up.

"Let me guess. From your sock."

"Of course." I replied brightly, pulling them out. The wings were a little crumpled but still looked ok as I tied them on. Just as I was reaching up to put my halo on, somebody knocked it out of my hands and it was snapped underfoot of a pair of wrestling guys. I attempted to dive for it but a wall of flame stopped me and all I could do was stare helplessly and the flames engulfed my halo. All the memories swallowed me, buying it from the reject shop in the middle of the night yesterday, stuffing it in my sock today, watching the plastic disappear into my socks roomy confines and last but not least, extracting it today and being so close to putting it on my head. I couldn't help myself. I burst into tears.

"That costed a whole of two dollars fifty. That was my pocket money for the whole week! You so have to pay for that. Plus two hundred dollars interest. Sparky!" I sobbed.

"Busy." Christian called back. I caught sight of Lissa, Dimitri and Christian surrounded by a wall of fire and instantly stopped crying.

"Oh this should be good. Someone get the popcorn." No reply. "I'll get it myself. I walked over to the nearest crate and opened it and whaddaya know? Caramel popcorn. I held up a packet. "Anybody want some?"

"Rose, that is probably about five years out of date." Someone called.

"Nonsense. This stuff never goes out of date." I cracked open the packet and took a handful. "Ew. Maybe you're right. This stuff is nasty." I turned around and rummaged through the next crate. Krispy Kremes. "Score! And look. They aren't expired: 'best before: someone else eats them'."

I flipped open the lid, revealing several rather mouldy doughnuts infested with ants. I threw the box high in the air, squealing. Hans leaned over. "Looks like someone beat you to them."

"Ok, ok I get the message. No cinema food." I replied huffily and sat back against the wall to watch the battle. Lissa had the stake partially in and was attempting to wiggle it in further while Dimitri was yelling in pain from the flames surrounding him. Just the sight of the flickering flames brought back the memory of my beautiful plastic halo, surely just a blob of sparkly gold molten plastic on the floor by now.

Sudden light burst through the room, as well as a magic through my head like lightning. Surely this was an angel, come to claim her halo. I flung myself to the floor and squinted through my eyelashes as the light disappeared. I was fully expecting an angel to be descending from the ceiling but it was only Lissa and Dimitri, crying on the floor.

"Are you serious? That's what that was all about. Come on! Whoop de do da. Dimitri is a dhampir. I thought an angel was coming for my halo to carry it up to its rightful place in heaven." I cried, storming up to the blob of gold glitter and attempting to pry it off the floor, to no avail except for burning my fingers.

"What? It's hot, you know." I yelled defensively and sprinted out of the room.

Just for the record, I don't like caramel popcorn. Or multi-coloured popcorn. I personally find them so gross.

And you guys wanna know what's sad. I crack myself up. I read over everything I've written for this story and realized that I am damn hilarious. Is that normal?

Anyway. Leave an idea for the next chapter!