Vincent's POV

I waited patiently for the girls to come out of the hall, hoping I'd get a word with Jessica, but I got bombarded with so many girls, clearly breaking the rules, that she managed to dash past me.

The next day I went to her dorm, knocking on the door. I got greated by Florence, her long golden hair brushed carefully into fluffy locks and her mini skirt up as far as it would go.

"Prince Vincent! What a... pleasent suprise. I'm sorry, but Jessica's getting changed-"

"would you mind if I wait?" I asked her, smiling the smile I knew all girls melted at.

"not at all!" she smiled back, twisting her hair in a clearly flirting gesture. I wanted to beat her up, she knew Jessica was my mate, but here she was flirting with me.

"well, if you don't mind, I'm here to see my mate..." I clearly indicated her to stop flirting, and luckily she took the hint.

"she's taking a bath right now, though, and school' starting in an hour..."

"it's just a quick word," I told her, smiling again, "and I'll wait."

"OK!" she smiled, stepping back, following me into the room even though she'd clearly been going out before I came.

There was a girl laid on her bed, reading a book, and she turned to stare at me as I came in.

"Prince Vincent! What are you doing here?" to my shock, she was plainly suprised... she didn't bask in my glory or anything... which, except for with Jessica, was new.

"i'm here to see my mate." I told her. If that girl was Jessica's dorm mate she'd find out sooner or later, so might as well say now.

"i'm sorry, you must of got the wrong dorm, no one here is your mate-" she began, but she was interrupted by Jessica walking out of the bathroom.

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Jessica's POV

"Vincent?" I gasped, shocked. What was he doing here? I had a dressing gown he'd sent me (a little indecent length, but good enough), and my hair was in a towel. I had a tooth brush sticking out of my mouth and I probably looked a wreck.

"Jessica," he smiled at me, and I growled at him. Vanessa shared at me, shocked. "you know him?"

"she more than just knows me - she's my mate." Vincent smirked as I growled again.

Vanessa stared at me, horrified. "Jessica, why didn't you tell me? YOU'RE THE PRINCE'S MATE!"

"I don't want to be," I muttered, taking the toothbrush out of my mouth and scurrying around for my uniform.

"what?"

"I said I DON'T WANT TO BE," I growled, showing my impatience. Vincent held back a growl.

"why not?" Vanessa asked, and Florence also watched me expectantly.

"because the prince is a smart ass dick," I told them. They gasped and turned to see Vincent's reaction, but he just laughed.

"really?" Vanessa asked. "wow."

"and we're the other princes." Hannah and Hillary appeared from their walk in wardrobe, showing off their uniforms. They both looked pretty awesome.

Vanessa just stared. And stared. And FUCKING STARED.

Was she going to do anything else?

"Vanessa?" I asked, wrapping my towel closer around me, and she opened her mouth to say something but no sound came out.

"your... the princesses? But I thought you said you didn't like them?"

We all turned to Vincent and chorused "we don't!"

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Katy's POV

2 hours later than what's happening in Jessica's POV ;)

Jacob and William burst into the room as I shivered. How long had I been here? What were they going to do to me?

"Kas- Katy, come with us."

They both took my hands and I grugidly accepted. They led me down corridors, and one caught my eye as I slowed. There were the 3 boys, running around a couples feet... and in the mothers hands, a little baby.

I felt tears prick at my eyes as I realised that baby was probably ME.

William ended up sighing and picking me up bridal style, and suddenly everything was blurred... and all of a sudden we were outside, in the grassy garden, by 4 cars.

One was a red mazaratti, one was a black aston Martin DBS, one a black and blue bugatti, and the final a pink farrari.

William put me down and went over to the mazaratti.

"this is mine," then he went to the Aston. martin, "this is Jacobs," he went over to the bagatti, "this is Vincent's and THIS," he went over to the farrari. "-is yours."

I gawped. "for what?"

"as a celebration. For you becoming a vampire."

"but I'm not a vampire!" I gasped.

"you will be," Jacob looked sad, and then sank his fangs into my neck.