Kiss my sass

Dane hummed happily as he entered the meagan, oblivious to the hungry looks vampires were giving him. He had great news for his sister, Damian was dead!

Wren walked down the corridor, looking for something to occupy her. Everything seemed to be boring...

Dane began humming Chrismas songs to himself, still oblivious to the vampires.

Wren glared and snapped her teeth as a younger vampire bumped into her.

Dane squeaked as he tripped, smacking into a vampire sending them crashing into a blond vampire.

Wren's glare shifted onto the man as the vampire pointed to him. Her glare sharpened expectantly as she waited for an apology.

Dane smiled sheepishly. "Sorry."

Wren rolled her eyes. "You're not a vampire, are you." she stated coolly.

Dane shook his head. "My sister is though." He noded.

Wren sighed. "Who's your sister? I could use some entertainment."

"Aliceabella," Dane answered.

Wren blinked. "I didn't know she had a brother." she mumbled. "Why are you here, anyway?"

Dane shrugged. "I ran away about ten years ago, but I've been looking after her recently." He beamed. "I need to tell her Damian's dead!"

Wren grinned and punched the air. "It's about time! C'mon, I'll take you to her room."

Dane smiled gratefully, "Thanks, this place is a maze. I keep getting lost!" He addmitted.

Wren cackled quietly. "I got into a spot of trouble when I first arrived here, so I ended up knowing my way around quickly."

"What sort of trouble?" Dane was never good with being subtle.

Wren smiled wryly. "The sort that involves being burnt at the stake...again."

Dane blinked. "Ah."

Wren's smile became a smirk. "Yeah. Fuuuuuun."

Dane nodded, "Sounds it." He frowned. "What do you know about someone called Ryland?"

Wren frowned too. "Ryland? He's the clan leader. Why do you ask?"

Dane nodded slowly. "He's the one who got my sister pregnant."

Wren smirked. "For kiddie number one or two?"

Dane gave her a disapproving look. "Kiddie number two." He muttered.