Hello, my name is Monica Hellion. I'm 14 years old but it feels like 314. Perhaps it is. And in all that time, nothing's changed. All the times I've come so close to completing my life's mission, I've been taken out. I've died and was forced to be reborn again. This is my 15th time at being reborn. I know that because I have a vampire friend who just so happened to be with me in several of my past lives. That, and after so many times of traveling from hell and back, you learn all the secrets of the system.
The boy I'm after is- well, was- named Robert Hunter. He used to be a rich prince in my first life. Gregory, or Greg, was with me in that life. He had been my best friend. I was a stable hand and Greg was too. Robert and I fell in love and some one ended it abruptly. I was killed the night we first kissed. Since then, Greg's been with me for 11 of my 15 lives. He's trying to protect me from whoever it is that is after me.
In this life, I'm a rich kid. I was born into a family with a strong werewolf bloodline. In fact, we're royalty. My older brother, Trent, is a prince and, unfortunately, that makes me a princess. My Father thinks that from all my nightmares and werewolf freak outs at random times- I'm fragile. Too fragile to be without a guard at all times. My Mother had home schooled me up until recently. We've moved to New York City and my parents are sending me to a public school, with Greg as protection of course.
I could choose any part of my horrid existence to show you that everything bad happens to me, but let's move on to Tribeca Prep. So, let's start from week two of my miserably short existence at this school:
"You really should have finished that last night, Monica." Greg said in a tolerant voice. Greg almost never raised his voice or scolded me. Hell, he's lived through 11 lives of my crap, he can take another one.
"Oh shut up, Greg!" I growled. Greg just smiled and looked around the hall way, as if someone might be lurking in the shadows. I saw a dark haired girl and a weirdly dressed red head walk around the corner. Greg leaned casually against a locker but I saw his muscles prepare for an attack. Greg thought that my killer might be a girl who was jealous of my relationship with Robert.
"Oh my god, did you see how mad Justin was?" The dark haired girl laughed. The red head was laughing too but she seemed to be trying to keep a straight face.
"What about Max, Alex? We shouldn't of left him behind." The red head cautioned. Alex- I assumed the dark haired girl was called- shrugged and rounded another corner with the red head in tow. A shaggy brown haired boy came walking down the hall and stopped in front of a row of lockers. He spun the dial and opened him locker.
He was actually kinda cute. Sure, he could use a slight trim but he seemed okay. He wasn't much taller than me, which was good because I hate guys who were monsters compared to me. He wasn't trying to be goth or emo, which was also good. I never liked posers.
"I forgot my science!" I sighed. Greg simply smiled down at me. The boy looked over at me in shock, as if he'd only just noticed me.
"We had science?" He asked, completely clueless.
"Yeah, it was the essay about global warming. Didn't do it either?" I laughed. The boy slapped his forehead and rummaged through his backpack. He shook his backpack and a bunch of wrinkled papers scattered on the floor. He groaned in frustration and two wandering kids- who were no doubt skipping classes- kicked them around. Greg was about to step in when I decided that enough was enough.
"Knock it off, knuckle-heads!" I hissed. The boys turned to me and sneered. Greg stepped up next to me and prepared to throw the first punch.
"Well, if it isn't Trent's baby sister! The Princess of Romania!" The taller boy gave a sloppy bow and chuckled. The fatter boy snorted.
"I don't care what she is, she ain't got no business interrupting us!" The fat one growled.
"What should we do, Frank? She's got this goth kid," He nodded his head in Greg's direction. "sticking up for her. Plus, we gotta beat that scrawny kid up too." Frank snorted again and cranked his knuckles.
"This kid don't bother me, Benny. That scrawny kid don't matter either." Frank laughed. Greg ground his teeth together.
"For one, I am NOT goth. Two, I don't like the way you're talking about my friend. Now, apologize or I'll make you." Greg spat. Benny laughed and raised his arm to throw a punch. A flash of light made me squint and suddenly, the bullies were on the ground. Benny had a black eye and Frank had a bloody lip.
"Y-you guys are creeps, man!" Frank screamed before running off with Benny yelling after him. I turned around and looked for the brown haired kid but he was gone. I was 90 percent sure that whatever just happened was caused by magic but neither Greg or I could use it. Of course, being dead 15 times over allows you some pretty sweet abilities, but not magic.
"What in hell was that?" I whispered. Greg looked just as shocked but also a bit . . . . . . Nervous? "You okay?" I asked. Greg snapped out of his nervous state and returned to the calm and cool person I was used to.
"Yeah. Let's go to class, okay?" He wrapped an arm over my shoulder and guided me away. He was gentle but I could see how worried that had just made him. Greg was never angry or rough when training me. Or ever really. It's as if he thinks I'll break just like everyone else does.
In fact, everyone almost had me believing that I was frail and breakable. True, my emotions were messed up and I wasn't the sanest person ever but I don't believe that a touch could break me. In fact, I'm on of the best fighters Greg's ever taught. That's probably my bloodline though.
(A/N: So. . . What did you think? Did you love it? Hate it? Want me to continue. I don't expect raving reviews on this one but I would like at least one or two. This story will end sadly. Yes, I feel bad for making it end badly but I will make a sequel, so no problems. Right?)
