Chapter 8

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'Beep beep beep'

'Crush'

Great, another alarm I've broken.

Looking at the clock I notice that it's 6:40am.

Why the hell am I up at this tim-... Oh yeah. I need to make sure everyone else gets up.

Jumping out of bed and getting in the shower, I remember last night.

God I can't believe they hid that from me! I hate when people keep secrets, Lexi and the lads know this. I mean my dad wants me to have a mate! God I would most likely kill it if I ever saw the thing. (Yeah, that's right. I called my mate a 'thing'. )

I don't care for a mate, nor do I need one. I'm powerful enough without a mate. Plus, I don't want to have something my enemies can use against me because if it's true about what happens when you find your mate, it will hurt a lot if they die or get hurt. It can make you weak, or even crazy if something happens to them. "Well crazier than you already are. "Oooh shut it missy." So it wouldn't, and cannot happen to me.

Jumping out of the shower, I wrapped a white fluffy towel around my body.

Walking out I turned on some music, and JayZ's 'Holy Grail' came on.

I'm not really into rap, but I like this song a lot.

Singing along to Justin Timberlake, I walk into my closet.

My house is pretty big; with 12 rooms, a bathroom in each one, as well as walk in wardrobes. A big kitchen, a dining room and a living room. Oh, and a games room.

So it is kind of huge, I'm not short of money either. Living as long as I have you don't really have trouble with money.

I mean I live in the woods, so my house was bound to be big. I need it to be large though, for my pack, even if we're small. We can be in a small place. I mean there's only two girls here, the rest are guys. And lets face it, guys are animals. Even if my guys are literally animals.

Picking out my outfit, I went with a blood red tube dress that came to a little shorter than middle-thigh. It has a repetitive rose design all over it. I put my black underwear on, along with my bra, and not having straps on it, you couldn't see it.

I put on some black tights and then slipped the dress on. I strung a golden cross necklace around my neck, and stepped into my four-inch suede maroon heels, covering my feet up to my ankles. I also put a leather jacket on that came to my ribs.

I dried my hair and curled it, making sure to put my watermelon body spray on after, but only a little other wise it gets to be too much because of my heightened senses, it can also make me sneeze for about 3 minutes non stop.

I didn't put any make-up on because I always looked like I had it on, perks of being what I am.

I have pitch black hair that never fades or ages. Skin smooth, clear and a creamy white that doesn't look and a day over 18, I mean I am only 2000 years old, what would you expect.

My lips are as red as blood so to make out that I look like I always have lipstick on. My eyes a dashing dark blue, lined with thick black eyelashes. No wonder people always think I'm some type of model or even a doll.

No one ever believes this is all natural. A long time ago men from all around the world ( well, supernatural men) would come and see me, to find out if they were worthy of me, all their eyes keen for my hand in marriage. Now a days they expect me to come them. Or any other girl or women, pathetic.

Oh how I sometimes miss the good old days.

With that thought in mind I went running down the hall, and down the stairs to the second floor, I had a full floor to myself.

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