Chapter 1:
Introduction
My name is Allie Thalia. Technically, that's not my real name, but if you were actually smart, then if I told you my real name I'd probably have to kill you. I know, total cliche right? Except I'm serious. You see, I'm not human. I'm a werewolf. My kind hates and despises me because I once saved a vampire's life. I was cast out of the pack, and now I'm-quite literally-a lone wolf. Well, technically, I'm a cat. You see, when female werewolves transform, they transform into a sort of a cross over between a cheetah, panther, and leopard. So when I transform, I'm a midnight black leopardess. Except for the red diamond on my forehead. That's what happens when you're banished. My own father gave that scar to me. As for my mother, well, he killed her, when she finally get fed up with being his whore. Sorry for the language, and no offense to my mother, but that's just how it was. He raped her, and nine months later, I was born. Joy.
Now, about the whole vampire and werewolf business. I'm sure you humans are scoffing and skeptic. Well, guess what? I don't care. The only reason I'm writing this stupid book is because it's a way for me to vent about how much my life currently sucks ass. And I'm sure all the actual vampires and werewolves, etc. out there are going, "What the hell?! You can't just tell the humans about us!" But, you see, the thing is, you (the human reading this) are going to read this book, possibly wish for there to be amazing creatures like us, and then forget about it. I mean, this is a book! Who actually believes what happens in Fantasy/Science Fiction books is actually true?! OK, so maybe your crazy Uncle Steve, but other than that, no one!
So, I suppose you're wondering why me saving the vampire's life was so bad. Well, vampires and werewolves have hated each other for centuries, have killed each other, and are natural born enemies. But details, details. So now, the question is, why the hell did you do it?! Well, I was only twelve at the time. He was just a kid like me, and my pack was going to kill him. I just couldn't understand why, and so, I helped him escape from my pack, who was going to kill him. Now, for those of you who still don't understand the horror of my actions, let me explain. Your pack is your family. You don't betray them. You don't disobey the alpha dog's orders. You do as you're told. Always. Imagine if America had captured a major Iraqi terrorist. And you let him go. Yeah, that's how serious it was. But the thing is, he wasn't trying to hurt anyone. He was actually trying to save me. You see, I had accidentally wandered into the path of a werewolf that I had particularly pissed off lately, (I have a big mouth) and we got in a fight. I barely escaped. Not that I ran away. It was simply a temporary, tactical retreat. He found me, and was trying to help me, when a member of my pack found us. He immediately assumed that the vampire had done this to me. And so, he captured him. In my weakened state, I could do nothing to help, and my protests were ignored because he thought I was delusional. When I recovered, my protests were again ignored, this time blamed as one of the vampires additional talents. (In addition to the fangs, speed, strength, etc. all vampires naturally have, to keep up with us werewolves, they have to have additional talents. I only have one because I'm a prodigy. I am! Oh, quit laughing and just read the story!) So I had no choice but to take matters into my own hands. And so, I was caught, (he did escape though) and banished. So now I must mingle with humans. And that includes human schools. Joy.
Now, that wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for that fact that if you piss a werewolf off, he or she will transform, and then rip you to shreds. Literally. And unfortunately, I have a very short temper. Now, if that weren't bad enough, I believe I already told you that I have an addition "talent" as well. My "talent" is my eyes. Not only can they measure distances at a glance, (good for chasing prey) observe every detail, (good for deciding how to attack prey-oh, and I can usually tell when someone's lying) I can also...taste people's mind. That's the best I can do to describe it. I know when someone's happy, sad, jealous, or afraid, and I usually know what they're afraid, etc. of. But even worse, well, you've heard of the evil eye right? Well, mine is like, a hundred times worse. It paralyzes it's victims and can actually bring their worst nightmares to life inside their mind. I have literally ripped apart someone's mind before. Let me tell you, a strong man/werewolf in a corner, with his legs drawn up to his chest, rocking back and forth, muttering incoherently, and sucking his thumb is not a pretty sight.
And I have to deal with this every friggin' day of my life. Joy.