Max and I sat there staring each other in disbelief. Then Max shook her head slowly. "No, she can't be my sister. She's a vampire and, well we look nothing alike. No, it's impossible." I nodded in agreement. "She doesn't look anything like my mother, or my father." I said, remembering the fight before I was taken to this horrid place. Jeb sighed. "All I'm allowed to say is that you have different mothers and different fathers." I gasped. "There's no way…." I whispered. Jeb nodded. "But, that hasn't happened in over a thousand years! And why would the gene skip her?" I cried. I could feel Max's annoyance. I looked at her. "Sorry, I didn't mean to annoy you, but, we are twins. It's only happened once that pair of twins were born to different parents. What is Destiny thinking?" I said, saying the last part more for myself. "Destiny?" Max asked. I nodded. "I can't say now." I said looking at Jeb and Jagger. There was an awkward silence and then I felt anger emanating from Jagger. I looked at him but he showed no sign of anger. Jeb looked at his watch and his eyes bugged out of his head. "Good grief! Vanessa and Max need to get back to their places, it's checking." Max groaned and Jagger grabbed my arm. "Come on, we have to go." He said. I frowned. "What about sorella?" I asked…sorella is Italian for sister. I looked at Max's burnt cage. I pulled my wand out of my boot and waved it towards her cage, which fixed itself. She smiled. "Thanks…sis." My eyes watered. I was about to reply when we heard footsteps. Jagger picked me up and walked out the door. About five minutes later, we reached our room. My half was Victorian style with everything being black and purple…but it also had some modern stuff, like a plasma TV and a laptop. Jagger's room was awesome. It was neon green and black and very modern. He grinned. "Finally I got an upgrade, the guys will be so jealous now." He laughed and turned to me. "Ima go take a shower, you go get used to your room and change or something, and I'll be there in a few minutes." He said, smiling. I smiled and walked through the huge master bathroom that connected our rooms. I looked around my room and found my stuff, strangely. I checked my bag for my knife but couldn't find it. "Looking for this?" a rough voice asked. I whirled around and saw a tall guy who looked about seventeen and like a super model. He had brown eyes and black hair. He didn't have any piercings but he had a tattoo of a scorpion on his left arm. I saw he was holding my knife. "Yes, yes I am. Now please hand it over." I said, walking up to him to take the knife, but he held it above his head and laughed. "If you can reach it, maybe." I groaned. Why must everyone make fun of my 5'3ness? I kept jumping up to reach it but he just laughed. That made me really mad, so I punched him in the face and twisted his arm, taking the knife from him and holding it to his throat. "Stay out of my room, don't take my stuff and do not, do not make fun of my height. Is that understood?" he growled. "Yes, that's understood." So I released him and pushed him towards the door, locking it when he was out in the hall. I walked back over to my stuff, putting my knife under my pillow. I picked up the bag my stuff was in and sat on my bed, dumping out the stuff onto the comforter. I sifted through my crap and smiled. "Yes! My iPod!" I cried, jumping up and down. I turned on my favorite song and rocked out as I looked for my favorite outfit. I found it about ten minutes later and smiled. It was a pair of black shorts with buckles on them and a place where I could hide my knife in the side stitching. The shirt was a purple tank top that went with a black vest thing and, to top it off, a neon green ribbon and knee high combat boots. I put the boots under my bed and slipped the ones I was wearing off and under the bed next to my combats. I took my wand and wrapped it up with the shorts and tank, hiding it under my other pillow. Then I sat on my bed and pretended I was somewhere else, with someone else. Not here at this terrible school, not here with Jeb or those Erasers. I wish I was in the secluded meadow where I had grown up, where I had learned what it meant to be a hybrid, but in my head, it was different. I was a little girl again, only I had Max with me, flying around meadow, throwing flowers on everyone even though I know she probably wouldn't do that. Even Jagger was there, learning what it was to be a werewolf… I gasped and sat up, realizing I had been lying down. I couldn't hear the water running anymore so I took my wand from my clothes bundle and my knife with me as I went to take a shower. It felt so good to take a shower, letting the hot water run over my skin, but then I remembered all the kids in cages who couldn't do what I was doing so I changed it to ice water…which still felt amazing. I smiled as I remembered playing under the waterfall with my dad when I was five and tripped, chipping my fang. I had never cried so hard in my life, I thought I couldn't be a vampire anymore. I shut off the water and stepped out wrapping my towel around me. I looked at my reflection. I had curly, short platinum blonde hair and was extremely pale. Huh, I guess I don't need disguises anymore. I thought, so I took my wand and twirled my hair around it. The second my hair touched the smooth oak, it turned from curly to straight, short to long, platinum blonde to a deep, rich brown color, and pale to not as paleo . Strange, I could still totally tell it was me and not someone else…I wonder if Jagger would make the same mistake. I slipped my white dress back on and blow dried my hair, pinning my bangs back. I walked into Jagger's room to see that he wasn't there. I frowned. I shrugged, turned around and walked into my room. I almost had a heart attack when my door slammed shut…and it wasn't me slamming it. I whirled around to see Jagger. I sighed in relief and walked over to my bed. "Jesus Christ, Jagger, you scared the shiz out of me." I said. He laughed and sat on the edge of my bed. "I knew you weren't a blonde." He said. I shrugged. He started to laugh, "You ain't stupid enough to be one." I looked at him and cocked my head. "Are you from the South?" he nodded, "my mom's from Arkansas, where are you from?" I groaned on the inside. And so the questions begin. "No, I'm from Italy." I said. He smiled. "I was a test tube baby in Germany." He said. I frowned and became depressed again. He frowned. "What's wrong?" he asked. I looked at him. "How come all those other kids are in cages? How come Max can't stay with me? How old are you? Why was I brought here? Why do all these erasers look so hot?" I asked, feeling stupid after the last question came out of my mouth. He sighed. "Because they're experiments, they weren't supposed to be born that way, unlike you who were born this way and Max, man, she's a handful." He laughed. "Um, let's see, I am sixteen and, well, you were brought here because you are the first of your kind known to man. You were somehow exposed, the school found out and they wouldn't stop to get you." He said, I could feel his anger bubbling some, then flattery took its place, wha? "So…you think we're hot?" I paused. Jagger was so normal, I totally forgot he was an eraser…. I shrugged. "I guess." He grinned. There was knocking coming from the other room and Jagger jumped up. "I'll be right back." he said. I nodded and he closed the door that led to the bathroom, the only way out. I heard voices and then a ruckus. "Stay away from there!" Jagger snarled. Next thing I know, that same guy from before opened my door wide open and seven hot super model guys walked into my room. From where I was, I could see Jagger writhing on the floor in pain in his room. I looked at the guy and smirked. "Hello, did you come back for more? I could have sworn we had an understanding." I said, reaching for my knife. Someone grabbed my arm and slung me over their shoulder. I screamed. "Put me down you filthy mutt!" I screeched. He just laughed and took me out of my room, through the bathroom, and passed Jagger. He looked at me and got angry and tried to get up. That's when I saw it. His white shirt was soaked with blood. Motivation. I kicked the guy holding me in the gut and he threw me on the ground. I crawled between legs, biting them every time one of the erasers tried to touch me until they ran out of the room. I rolled Jagger over and pulled off his shirt. It was ugly. He had three, thick scars running along his abs. I gasped. "What the heck did they do?" I cried. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths. "They overpowered me, it was totally unexpected, and they had the advantage." He whispered, the pain showing in his voice. I touched his scar and he moaned. I put his head in my lap and looked at his eyelids. "Where does it hurt most?" he opened his eyes and looked at me. "The last one." I looked at the last one and flushed, that totally would have sucked for him if it was any lower. "Oh…that was close." I said. He rolled his eyes before closing them. I kissed his forehead and whispered into his ear. "I'll take the pain away; I promise I'll make it better." I set his head on one of the pillows and went over to his abs and placed my hands on him and made a connection and gasped. His pain is so…painful. He flew up and stared at me in disbelief as I sat there on the floor writhing in pain. Then, my dress began to feel wet I looked at my stomach. My dress was turning red. Jagger picked me up and ran through the vast number of halls. I laughed feebly. "See? I told you I'd make it better." I whispered. He looked at m, tears in his eyes. "You never said you'd kill yourself to do it." He said. I smiled. "I'll be fine." I whispered. Then, I passed out.
