This is my first Fan Fiction :) Spare me!
Prologue ~ One Messed Up Creature ~
Well, everyone knows the story of Edward and Bella and Jacob and Renesme. I get to be the next freak in line.
My name is Kalyn Black. My dad is a crazy werewolf and my mom is a vampire/human/evil thing. If you ask me, which no one did…
ANYWAY~
School will be starting really soon, and my parents decided that public school would be a nice… experiment. I think they are taking this way out of proportion, I mean, how much damage can a were-vamp-human do?
I sat alone in my house. It was eerily empty. Boxes where stacked along the walls and made a miniature woodland in the rooms. No, woodland isn't the word. More like 'rock canyon.' Anyway, the air was too still. The silence was literally deafening, so I screamed. Yeah, I told you I was a freak, and randomly screaming is NOT normal. But I screamed anyway, the sudden disturbance creating a veil of silence to follow abnormally. Not even an echo. No, instead the silence bounced off the walls of my skull, my thoughts even silent.
That annoyed me.
I stood, wondering if my parents would let me leave the house. Struggling to remember how to exit the wooden house, I clambered around the canyon of boxes. Why do we have so many boxes? I suppose my mom is a scrap-booker, and my dad is a relic of old stuff himself...
I decided to screw them, and go wolf.
The soot-colored wolf bolted away from the house, its slender figure a smudge to the human eye. No one would notice my disapearence, the shewolf thought. No one but everyone. She sat at the edge of the clearing, looking back at the house with small hesitation. The trees around here had dark bark, making her invisible even to a vampire.
She held a wolfish grin, and she darted away, rekindling her wild side that should never have existed.
Several hours later…
"Where," she pronounced each word, "have," Oh geeze. "You," Over pronounced. "Been!" My mother was thirsty, her eyes almost as black as my fur, and that meant she was crabby. Great.
"Went for a run," I spoke lazily, my grammar not up to standard.
"How do we know your ready? How do we know your thirst won't randomly escalate and cause," she paused, took a deep breath, then decided against finishing her question. My dad was out with the pack, knowing I was out but didn't want to get involved.
"Cause I'm more wolf than human." And with that I went to my room. No, I didn't need to sleep just yet, but I needed to freshen up. I could even hear my mother huff, which brought a strange grin to my face.
I looked into the mirror, my features striking me as odd. Again.
I was pale, but warm. My blood pulsed through my veins at a toasty 108.9 degrees. Paleness because of my inheritance of… well being a leech. My hair was dark, the same shade of my fur with a silky texture from my dads side of the family. I had a bit of a boyish face, thanks to my grandfather, Edward. Ugh, he's like, nineteen and he's my grandfather. Anyway, I have select taste in food, but I get these dangerous cravings for blood. A lot.
I am the fastest werewolf in existence, yet the slowest vampire in the state. I only need about three hours of sleep, so dark circles encased my chocolate to crimson eyes.
No matter how much animal blood I drink, My eyes are a dark red.
Obnoxious.
Goodnight.