"I wish I was pretty."
Calista Prince stood before the mirror in her bedroom as she did every night, speaking the same words she always did. Her name was misleading in It's meaning: The beautiful one. She didn't feel like the beautiful one and she didn't quite look like it either. As she stared into the mirror she saw what everyone else saw, she was ugly. Her raven tresses were thin and stringy and they always seemed to look greasy. Her eyes, although blue, were really dull and almost lifeless looking. She had skin that looked like it was covered entirely in acne and her body was so undefined that she felt she had the looks of a boy. She hated herself because of how unattractive she was, but she continued on with life hoping that maybe one day things would change for her. Fat chance that was.
After she had criticized her appearance enough, Cali made her way over to the window that was open wide. The screen that had once been on the window had been gone for a few years now. Her parents never noticed. Why should they? It wasn't like their daughter had anywhere she could sneak off too or anyone who would sneak in to her. She wasn't worth the trouble.
When she reached the window Cali slipped out of it, seeing as she was on the bottom floor doing so was easy and her sneaker clad feet touched the ground a moment after they had swung over the window sill. Her long legs carried her towards the woods that occupied the back of her house. She ventured into them often, almost every night, actually.
Tonight felt different, though. For some reason she had the strange feeling that someone was watching her. Who would be watching her, though? Cali wasn't something to be admired, in fact she was typically shunned, not only by her peers, but by everyone.
She shook off the feeling of being followed and continued on into the woods. Calista was lost in her thoughts as she reached the center of the forest. She hadn't realized how far she had walked until she heard the twig snapping not too far off. She was broken of her trance as she glanced around, she noticed how dense the trees were, letting in little light from the moon.
"Hello?"
She called out as she spun in a circle slowly looking around for anyone who might have made the noise. She hoped it was a person, that was much better than one of the animals who had been attacking things over the past few months.
She got no answer, so she began to retreat, heading back home. She had made it only a few more steps when a pair of strong hands grabbed her. They were female, but with the strength of a male.
"Don't scream."
The voice sounded familiar, like the voice of a girl she went to school with, but she couldn't be sure of that, not with the fear that was suddenly pulsing through her veins.
"Please, don't hurt me."
She begged, Cali's voice shook with fear as she felt the hot breath of whoever held her upon her neck. She closed her eyes tightly terrified of what the girl might do to her.
"Hurt you? No. I'm going to give you what you always wanted."
And with that the girls fingernails, which felt much sharper than actual nails, dug into Cali's arms, and long, sharp, teeth dug into her clothed shoulder, ripping through the cloth of her shirt and into the skin beneath. The teeth pierced the skin, without any trouble at all, drawing blood.
Cali screamed then, she screamed as the pain, such an excruciating pain, ripped through her body and then darkness fell upon her.
(two weeks later):
"Who is that?"
The deep voice was curious and intrigued. It belonged to Jackson Whitmore, the gorgeous bad boy with a particularly bad attitude, that roamed the halls of Beacon hills high school admired by most girls from afar. It was rare when he noticed any girl, but he noticed the one who was walking towards the entrance of the school, where he was hanging out outside of, she had caught his eye. How could she not have?
It was almost as if the beauty had heard him as she turned towards him her unearthly blue hues meeting his. He knew then that she had heard him, she was a wolf, just like him. About damn time a babe like that was introduced to the pack.
She had long, full, and silky black tresses, tinted slightly with an auburn that hung down to her mid back. Her face was clear of any and all blemishes. Her body was amazing, he could see a bit of her flat, tanned, stomach above the low riding waist of her jeans, and below the hem of her really tight black top. It also revealed the ample cleavage that peaked over the neckline of her shirt. She was a babe, and from the way she walked as she approached Jackson, with such a fierce confidence, it was obvious she knew it too.
When the raven haired beauty came to stand before him a slow cocky smile appeared on his lips. Hers mirrored his and her head cocked to the side as her red lips parted to speak.
"Jackson, I can't believe you don't recognize me."
Her shock was feigned as her smile turned into a smirk and her hands lifted to rest lightly upon his chest.
His face held a look of confusion as his eyebrows knit together and that caused a laugh to tumble from the lips of the raven haired goddess.
"We've gone to school together since elementary. Cali Prince, I'm sure you remember now."
She grinned at the look on his face, so shocked that his eyes literally widened as he thought of the girl whose name she had just given to him. The power of the bite was strong, strong enough to transform someone who was once so unattractive into someone so intoxicatingly gorgeous.
"Don't worry, you'll be seeing me around much more. I know you'll like that."
For once in his entire life, Jackson Whitmore was speechless. Cali turned, the wedges upon her feet clicking on the pavement as she did so, and then walked off into the school, her hips swaying as she walked.
Two things were obvious to Jackson at that moment in time, Calista Prince had a great ass to go with the rest of her, and she also had his complete and total undivided attention.
