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Chapter 13

Carla woke up Saturday morning feeling confused.  She was still terrified from her nightmare, but estatic that Brett showed up.  Also, for some reason or another, she was feeling extremely ambitious.

She walked out into the kitchen where her mother pulled fresh biscottis out of the oven.

"Buona mattina bambina," her mother said while putting the biscottis on a cooling rack.

"Morning, madre," she smiled, stealing a biscotti.  "Would you ever let me get a piercing, or maybe a tattoo?" she asked hopefully.

"Well, depends where the piercing or tattoo is, and what the tattoo is of," her mother smiled.

"Maybe a belly ring, or an angel on my side," she said thoughtfully as she ate her biscotti.

"I can deal with the belly ring," she laughed, "but not the tattoo."

Carla smiled and proceeded to ask if they could go today.

"I don't see why not. No school, no work.  How about belly ring and lunch at Uncle Lucci's?"

Carla hugged her mom, than ran to get a shower.  Fifteen minutes she emerged wearing low rise jeans, Etnies, a purple tube top, and a thin gray zip up hoodie over it.  Her midriff was showing.

"Uh uh uh. I don't think so," her mother protested.

"Aw come on.  I want to show it off after it's pierced! Besides, the fabric would infect it.  Please, madre!" she begged. "I'll never wear it again!"

Her mother caved in as they left to go get her piercing and have lunch.

As they were walking out of Luccianos, her uncle's restaurant, they saw Brett on the way out.  Carla pulled her hoodie down to cover the piercing and decided to play a trick on Brett.

"Mama, would you mind if I hung out with Brett for a bit?" Carla asked, biting her lip.

"Of course, I like that boy.  But please be home at 3:30.  We're going to Grandmama's and Poppy's house for dinner."

"Okay!" she exclaimed and walked off.

With her hoodie down, she clearly thought, "Don't mention the tattoo. Don't mention the tattoo."

"What tattoo," Brett asked as she walked over.

"Nothing," she tried to hide.

"Might as well tell me, I already know."

"Well, I got a tattoo with your name on it," she said as she patted her shoulder. "Ow, god. Wonder if it's still bleeding?"

"GOD DAMNIT CARLA GET AWAY!" he shouted.

Carla fell to the ground laughing. She shed her hoodie, revealing a clean shoulder.  She forgot about the ring.

"Carla! I could have killed you!"

She couldn't stop laughing.

"And what is that dreadful hole in your stomache?"

Carla stopped laughing and whispered, "Dreadful?"

"Yes, dreadful! I can't believe you would puncture yourself like that. You're beautiful with out it.  I have half a mind to rip it out."

"You wouldn't," she glared.

He grabbed the ring between to fingers and tugged lightly.  Carla's response was a wince in pain as tears began to fill her eyes.  Brett immediately let go of the ring and held Carla in his arms.

"I would never to such a thing to cause you pain. I promise," he soothed.

Eventually she stopped crying, and Brett had to take her home before she was late.

"Let me show you how we vampire do things," he smiled.

He held her bridal style in his arms and stated, "Close your eyes and count to three."

She did as she was told. When she opened her eyes they were speeding through the air.

"Wh...Huh..How?" she stuttered.

"Again with the incomplete sentences," he smirked.

"This is amazing," was all she could muster.

Brett landed down the block from her house and walked her the rest of the way.  When they walked up to the house, there were cars everywhere.

"Uh oh," Carla squeaked. "This isn't good."

"Need me to come with you," Brett asked patiently.

Carla nodded as they walked up the stairs hand in hand.  She opened the door to see her aunts and uncles, cousins, three grandmothers, her mother, and two grandfathers, all in tears.

"What's the matter?" she managed to ask.

"Bella," her mother started.  "Something terrible has happened."