Celtic Monsters

"I'm Aislinn, an' you are?"

"God, I should of never taken a holiday back home. Tanks for runin’ my day, I hope ye’ learn some manners" 

"Yah yah. Whatever."

"You’re such a twat mate!"

"Yah. I know."

"Dun matta'. I dun care."

"I surely didn’t miss the rudeness of boys from back home"

"Yah well, we dun miss ya' 'ither."

"Aye, no need ta be rude laddy"

"Tis nothin' wrong with callin' ya whatcha are."

;Four

"Ya'll right there? Ya seem to be in a wee bit o' pain."

George was walking down the path, unaware that anyone was lurking in the shadows. He had one earbud in, the other hanging down around his neck and both hands shoved into his jeans pockets. He froze when he heard the howl, whirling around and spotting the girl who was causes the loud noises.

Bree looked up, eyes going wide. It seemed she was drawing attention, something vampires usually tried not to do. She wasn't a usual vampire though, not by any means. She missed the sun, the surf, the warm sand the morning the sunrise. Dammit. She hated this, if she ever saw that ass again..

"Same to you. It's right here, now don't stair at their wings alright? Or you'll be in trouble I can't save you from." 

"Aislinn Brennan."

"I suppose I will warn you. Come on then."