My story may be slightly… unusual to put it has lightly as possible. Well for starters are world is opposite to the humans. We live in another dimesions bound by spells to keep creeping curious eyes of human's unaware. Okay I've realized I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Rachel and just so you understand as much of my life as I'm willing to offer you we need to start from the very beginning.

My mother, Linda, got pregnant with me by accident really. It wasn't a one night stand or anything like that. My parents were married but they knew kids were so stressful on the mother. It isn't anything like human pregnancies. Yes, I've heard they are quite painful as well. But us; you see are very small boned and petite normally so in order for the baby to be comfortable in the stomach it must stretch your skin. And for humans again, not so much a problem for us though, big problem. It pushes the skin to its absolute limit. Sometimes causing deep wounds to open and most often it pushes too far and open the skin. Which leads to a dead baby, so we try and avoid pregnancies at all costs. We have special people assigned to carry babies into the world. Those are the people who are tall and big boned. If a couple choose to start a family they go to the center in the, obviously, center of the town and sign up for one. Of course they are tested to pass and records to be checked and always a couple is given a baby.

So, on with the story. My mom and Dad loved each other behind belief. Before my Dad left for work he always left a letter for my mom on the pillow so when she woke she could read it. And soon enough I happened. Like the humans pregnancies can be enjoyed at little moments throughout the terms. But most of the time I only brought pain and discomfort to my mother. Her skin tore but I didn't fall out luckily. It would have been easier for me to die along with the others. But I didn't and then the day came for my birth. And since my mom was so tiny 5 foot to be exact, they had to cut her belly open. They got me out relieving to my mother I was a healthy baby girl. While they were cleaning me up and wrapping me in a plush pink towel my mother let out a tired sigh and died. While I was in her I pushed against her organs and once I was taken out it, her organs popped.

My aunt Sue, my Mom's sister, took care of me. she came over every day and spent the nights on the couch in my room. It was odd to me at such a young age how Aunt Sue wasn't afraid of me. I killed my mom why was she so sure I couldn't kill her? That's what my Dad told me , I killed my mom and that I'm a spawn of the devil and why were he and Shelby punished? It hurt that my Dad didn't love me. Dad took me home from the hospital after I was born in my car seat. But he forgot about me and left me in the car, overnight. My Aunt sue said it was a miracle I was alive, a baby surviving in the dead cold of the winter in a car overnight has got to be an act of God. But would God really do this to innocent people?

So, that's how I came to be. Oh and yeah good old Dad is dead as a doornail now. Leavening me with no parents abandoned and unwanted. He drank so much he poisoned his liver.

So here I am. Staring at myself in the mirror. Taking in my long dark hair that rippled down my back, my tiny self looking so frail, from first glance you'd never think I'd be able to kill someone, but I had I killed my own mother. My skin is tan and smooth and my eyes are a muddy brown. My nails are long and white and my teeth are a fresh and each one pointed. I'm so proud of my teeth. I file them every night to make sure they are perfectly petrifying. Btu my room is dark and my skin looks normal now. But in the sunlight I sparkle. I know I sound like a pansy vampire. But I am not a vampire, I'm an alien.

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"Aunt Sue?" I said at the breakfast table eating a piece of toast with jam smeared on it, looking up at my Aunt. To anyone but me she may look scary. Her crystal blue eyes pierce into your own eyes and her short blonde hair is never out of place. But to me she was the Aunt that rescued me from a life of neglect as a baby and rescued me from a life of loneliness as a teenager.

"No, you cannot go to Santana's for a sleepover this week-end." She answered shortly as she looked up at me from her coffee mug.

"Why?" I whined as I stomped my foot and crossed my arms. But I already knew the answer this day as been planned since my 1st birthday.

"You know what Saturday is, Rachel. You just chose to ignore it, hoping it will disappear and you'll be free like a human." She said as she calmly looked down at her paper again.

"Remind me again." I snap as I look up at the china figure of an angel holding a star. It was my mother's and now it stands proudly in the kitchen everyday so I can look at it.

"If you insist," she sneered, "On your first birthday all the boys around the same age as yourself came as when as little girls. We discussed with the mothers and decide which boy would be right for you. We decide that boy was going to be Noah Puckerman. No trying to escape it. He is the boy you will marry." She said as she clutched her coffee cup and lifted it to her lips.

"But I hate Noah Puckerman," I say as I stomp my foot again, "Let me go to Santana's house."

"Rachel do not argue with me. And Santana was already assigned a boy and she had to cancel plans for a sleepover to meet the respectable assigned boy. She'll understand now go cancel we must plan for tomorrow." She said dismissing Rachel with a wave of her hand.

"But she doesn't love Finn! No one should force someone into marrying someone they do not love!" Rachel burst un-shed tears gathering in her eyes.

"Rachel, don't you know I understand?" She said her eyes softening, "Please go call Santana and cancel. Can you please hand me my meds." She said as Rachel passes over her pills she must take in order to help fight her cancer.

"Fine."

"Before you go, one more point may I add?" she didn't wait for Rachel to answer but yet continued un-crossing his arms and leaning closer. "how do you explain your parents un dying love for each other? You are assigned someone who is in your best interest." Sue said promptly before pushing out her chair and going to put her dishes away.

"Luck." Rachel said with a stubborn shrug and stomped lousily up to her room. This was so unfair why must my life be mapped out for me? I snatched the phone and automatically dialed in Santana's number.

"What's up Rach?" Santana said through the phone.

"I have to cancel for this Saturday, San. Tomorrow is the day I plan my wedding with my assigned husband I hate."

"It's not that bad Rach." Santana comforted me through the phone.

"Yes it is." I whined. Slamming my fist into the table. Having a crack split down the middle. I mumbled a damn and covered it with papers to hide it from Aunt Sue.

"Rachel, I know it sucks, I really do. But there are no exceptions , we have to marry who we are assigned or the dimension would go crazy again. We have laws for a reason Rachel." She said sternly and sadly and I knew she was upset. I knew it was hard for her to have to marry Finn in a matter of weeks when she loved Matt.

"I'm sorry San. I know how hard it is for you too." I said.

"It sucks for everyone. There are only a few lucky ones in a year Rachel. People who really do get put with the one they wind up loving. Like-"

"My parents. I know and looked where it got them." I said as I looked over at a picture of my parents before I ever happened. They looked so young and healthy and most importantly they looked happy. Happy to not have a kid that will kill one from the inside and kill the other from what I'd done.

"Rachel, you can't blame yourself." Santana said and I knew she was going to start into a long speech I just really didn't want to hear.

"I know." I said trying to cover my voice with understanding.

"Anyway, Noah Puckerman isn't so hard on the eyes." Santana said teasingly through the phone.

"No not at all. But he is a total jerk." I said with a huff.

"He'll grow on you I'm sure." Santana said and then sighed, "Rach I got to go I have a fitting for the wedding dress."

"Good Luck trying on your death dress." I said teasingly.

"Rach getting married to someone you don't love isn't the end of me." Santana said with a tired huff.

"It doesn't happen in the human world." I sighed longingly.

"Yes it does. And even if it didn't we don't live in the human world so pull yourself together, Rach." Santana said the ended the phone call with love you girl.

"Love you too." I said into the dead line. I decided to take my sleeping pills then go to sleep. I'll need all I can get, tomorrow will be a hard day.

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"Rachel." Aunt Sue said shaking me awake. "They'll be here in a matter of hours. You must get ready."

I sighed quietly and slipped out of bed. I tore off the pajama shorts and old tee shirt I had on and pulled on a robe and sat down in a cushioned chair. Sue went to the closet and pulled out a wooden box. It had my name, Rachel, scrolled in cursive on the front. She lifted the top and reached in pulling out my ceremonial gown. Well it should not really be considered a gown or even very approving for a young lady. It was a short white dress it had the sides from under the breast bone to the hip cut out. Sue tossed it at me groaning in disapproval that I had to where this. But it is what all the girls had to where to their first meeting. The purpose of the dress was basically to sell yourself. You see, the boy's guardian has a chance to back out of the marriage if he doesn't find you worthy. That is what happened to Aunt Sue. When you get denied you cannot find another partner. Its end game for you.

I shrugged of the rope and slipped on the dress. It fit like a glove. Perfect fit. It hugged the right curves and hid them fact that I had smaller boobs. But I had killer legs and the shortness helped to show that. I ran lotion over my legs and the other skin that showed. Aunt Sue tweezed my eyebrows and painted my nails in traditional nude color. She let me put in the green contacts that I had to wear since brown was such an average color. She loaded the make- up on my face. Sliding the eye-liner under my eye. And smearing white and skin toned eye shadow over my lids. She put foundation over my face blending it with my natural tones. She coated me eyelashes with mascara and glided the lipstick along my full lips.

"Now comes your hair." She sighed. "I'm glad there is only one of you."

She started on brushing it out so that it rippled down my back. She started to load the cream into my locks in an half an hour it would dissolve leaving the hair straight.

In that time Aunt Sue finished up dinner. I was just slipping on my traditional heels, A simple whit pump shoes with slight sprinkles of glitter, the doorbell rang and I heard Aunt Sue excitedly yell, There here Rachel!

I gracefully and slowly made my way down the steps. When I reached the bottom I sucked in a breathe and made my way into the kitchen where I knew they'd be sitting patiently at the table. When I walked in their conversation dropped and all their eyes turned to me. When my eyes connected with his they quickly left to rake their way down my body. I felt like I was on show with Noah practically under dressing me with his eyes.

"This is my dear Rachel." Aunt Sue said introducing me to the Pukermans. Which concluded of himself and his mom ,And a little sister back at home.

"She is just darling. I say yes to allowing my son to marry such an elegant young lady." Mrs. Puckerman smiled at me and I smiled back a little tensely but I put on my best show smile.

"Noah, it's your decision." Aunt Sue said looking at him and then back at me.

He looked at me again. He whispered something in his mom's ear. She blushed porously and nodded slightly and said in a strained whisper.
"That decision will come later, Noah. But yes, if Rachel allows you." She said looking away from everyone's curious eyes and staring down at the empty plate. My eyebrows creased every so slightly in confusion, What had he said?

"Rachel, would you if let's say we liked each other, with time, would you and me have sex?" he said with a straight face it wasn't till I flushed with embarrassment and anger that he smirked. I looked over at my Aunt in outrage. She was in shock and so was his mother who growled in frustration and bite out sharply "Don't ruin this."

He let out a charming laugh and said, "Don't tell me you're a prude."

"Well aren't your charming. So is it a yes or a no Puckerman?" I said with my arms crossed.

He smirked and said very causally, "Yes."

"Wonderful." Aunt Sue said.