"Did you find anything that matches my descriptions yet?" I inquire over my shoulder, and stare at ansel as he repeatedly stretches a bikini underwear like a rubber band.

I chuckle at his extremely fixated expression, and fire a couple of bathing suits at him, all ranging from one pieces to bikini thongs and bandeaus.

Ansel laughs and rolls his eyes at me through the bottom leg holes of the thong hanging slantly across his head.

"I really dont think we are gonna find anything that fits your taste. They're all either too ostentatious or too revealing" he exhales his words on a sigh and lays down on the carpeted floor.

"Oh please. You're telling me that there's nothing I'd like in this whole ass gigantic closet?" I sass, as I keep on checking out pieces of fabric and throwing them behind my back, fully aware of them accumulating on his face, making his voice muffled.

Shaking the bathing suits out of his face, Ansel props himself onto his elbow and sighs "what can I say? Satisfying you is hard."

He plops back onto the floor, though not before tossing a neon ruffled top my way.

"Oh shut up" I mutter under my breath. Feeling my tired arm muscles ache from the frequent backward throwing motion, I turn around, slowly lay down and extend my short legs forward.

I nudge ansel's head with my foot's toetips "what do you think I should do now?" I scrub at my face irritatedly.

"I'm fine with you going out in your birthday suit" He grins a shit-eating grin and shrugs-

"Aw" he rubs his abdomen and mocks pain, adds a "That hurt, alliebear" and flutters his eye lashes at me.

"Alliebear? Cute" I grin, and he returns it. "No seriously what am I supposed to wear?" I question.

I glance around what could be called a walk-in closet, but in reality , it's an entire room that serves as one. Blaze's sister must be really into bikinis to have a room full of them. And heels

" you could always go swimming wearing only my shirt" he smirks

My hands clutch whatever they could first grab hold of , which in this case was a black high-waisted bottom suit , and smack his thigh.

"Quit being so perverted, would you?" I roll my eyes.

You confused as to why I am in a closet seraching for a bikini with ansel? Why I didn't bring my own ?

Let me give you the recap.

"Mom, Can you re-explain why jasper has to come with me?" I sigh and glare at jasper who's currently serenely looking out of the window.

Mom sighs as she stops the car infront the slowly opening golden soaring august gates and turns around.

"Don't make me repeat myself, young lady. I won't allow you to enter a high-class castle look-alike without your brother. Now be at least grateful for my generosity" she turns around and drives the car forward as the gates fully open, revealing an ethereal scene that seems to be straight out of a 1950s royal movie.

"Generous my ass" I exhale under my breath, and get completely entranced by the view as we pass by deliberately cut green bushes along a now white compacted gravel road we drove on.

I hear a couple of snickers on my right, and I stare heavenwards, asking for endurance and tolerance.

Our car steers around a huge white fountain, with a beautiful woman curved out of white shimmering stone standing proudly on it, and wearing what seems to be greek clothes that did nothing to hide the outlines of her chest mounds and showing thin leg. Water gushed out of a ceramic vessel held at the crook of her arm.

"Stop wowing like an idiot, you retard" I say, aggravated at jasper's dramatic and incomprehensible awing. I really just feel like picking up a fight.

"Stop acting like an old hag who's got a stick stuck up her ass" he retorts and lazily grins at me .

"Stop acting like a 5 year old who-"

I lurch forward as the car abruptly stops infront of the footsteps of an enormous mansion ,and my hands shot forwards to brace myself.

My mother stares at us expectantly through the rear view mirror .I throw the door open and jump out of the car, and my brother follows suit.

"Hey aella" somebody calls me out and I turn around to see ansel a couple of feet a way from me walking his way towards me.

He reaches me and puts his arm around me. Tightening his grip, He stares at japser who stares back, and then gazes at me.

"This is jasper, my brother" I answer his unstated question.

"Brother" He echoes and scrunches up his face in confusion "Arent you a vam-" he widens his eyes as memory hits him.

"Oh right. Not blood-related" he states as a matter of fact, and jasper just nods in confirmation as he keeps on looking  ansel over, trying to figure him out.

Ansel uncomfortably shifts on his feets and gives me a haste side glance, questioning if this is a normal occurrence.

"Go ahead. Call me when you need me, I'll be around." Jasper addresses me and sends a quick nod in ansel's direction as he heads off towards a couple of seniors milling about.

"Why do I feel extremely violated right now?" Ansel mutters as he manoeuvres me in the direction of the pool.

I chuckle out loud, jump onto his back and secure my arms around his neck as he automatically brings his arms backeards to wrap around my thighs.

"That was you passing my brother's required criteria, you idiot."

"I'd rather not go through that again" he mutters and stops as we reach our destination past a fence.

A big swimming pool stretches horizontally, slightly changing shades as the lights build into the inner walls of the pool switch colors.

"I thought it was only your circle of friends?" I cock an eyebrow as I raise my eyes and stare around at a couple of people here and there, some sitting on chaise longues or on the yard in circles talking ,others utilizing the swimming pool to it's full potential.

My eyes try to zoom in on any sharp green eyes or moonlight silver hair, but it was futile. Isn't he supposed to at least greet the guests?

"Always blows out of proportion" he unapologetically shrugs. My stomach makes sure to introduce itself as a gurgling noise is made.

Ansel chuckles out loud, "I felt that vibrating through my bones." I push against ansel's shoulder for leverage and jump back.

"Shush. I can fart just as loudly. Now direct me towards the kitchen. There's a mission I need to get done" I say as I side-step him, heading towards the mansion.

"Very well-mannered, I see." His voice drips with sarcasm as he grips my wrist and pulls me towards the huge double doors.

Just as ansel's hand hovers over the door handle, one of the double doors push wide open, and what appears to be a butler wearing a black classic tail coat stands right beside it.

Although ansel was kind of blocking the view, I could make out the double red royally-carpeted staircases curved outwardly, as if a huge magnet in between has repelled them.

A part of what I assume to be a huge chandelier came spiralling down in cascades of stringed diamonds and see through glinmering stones. Both staircases connected to an upper landing, where another set of stairs led in oppsoite directions towards the second floor.

"Hey how's it going Mr. Smith?" Ansel smiles.

"Hello, Mr. Wilson" the butler, who's probably in his forties, greets as he fixes his round glasses on this nose.

Ansel walks through the door and pulls me after him. The butler's eyes infinitesimally widen as he stares at me and I turn forward as we round a corridor.

"Woah" I stare wide-eyed as we pass through another hallway that ends at swing doors. Ansel pushes past them.

I slowly gaze around in complete awe of the elaborate kitchen design. Brown shiny rectangular woodboards make up the floor, with a huge central marble kitchen island sitting in the middle and a couple of cushioned stools pushed against it . Two long Black granite counters were pushed up against the walls connecting at a corner, creating an L shape. A line of cabinets was hovering on the wall above it, only cut off by the exhaust hood hung right above the stove.

Soft Light pooled in through the double glass doors, giving a warm home feeling to the room.

Feeling the phone vibrations travel through his pocket, ansel picks out his phone and stares at the name caller for a second before quickly sliding accept.

He thumbs in the direction of a particular cabinet, where I assume some snacks are kept, before quickly pushing one of the glass doors overlooking a huge gardened patio open.

I head towards the cabinet and stare upwards. I fold my arms against my chest.

"If you think you can deter me from eating snacks by hanging out of reach, you are sorely mistaken" I address nobody in particular, as I lay my uncasted hand on the cold countertop and push myself upwards. I wiggle my legs just to gain the needed leverage to pull my whole body onto the counter.

I drag my legs in and stand on the counter. I quickly turn around victoriously and stretch on my tip toes. The moment my arm opens it, it starts feeling around for snacks, functioning better than a metal detector.

"Rea-" I grit out in between gasps of pushes "lly? I stand on a freaking countertop and still can't reach a freaking cabinet? I'm sueing the interior designer"

I switch to another alternative and start hopping on leg, hoping that that would make it easier for my hand to catch onto to something.

"Aha" My hands caught onto what I think is a granola bar and to my joy as quickly whip it out, I find that it is. I quickly stuff it into my mouth, since obviously one won't be enough for me.

"Nõ all a neeđ it anozer own" My tongue repeatedly hits against the bar in my mouth as I make a stretch for another couple granola bars. "Dis pes of sit ig vsj jjs"

My eyes gleam in victory as my hand closes up around another two.

I let out a yelp as I step back on what feels like a wet towel and slip. My hand instantly flings around to catch onto anything to gain balance but it seems to pointlessly wave in the air as I feel slowly feel myself falling backwards.

It's one of those moments where everything is in slow-motion and racing thoughts flash through your brain too quickly for you to track after, but one is always highlighted and standing out.

Shit I'm dead

Strong solid arms wrap around my hip and I desperately lock my arm around it, just to make sure it's not a death angel that caught me to send me to my grave .

"Jesus" the guy mutters as I quickly turn around wide-eyed the moment my feet touched the ground.

I spit the granola bar into my hand and stare at blaze. I feel my cheeks starting to burn with color. Anybody's would if they came falling down from heaven looking like a stuffed goat .