Part 4
This couldn't e happening. It was bad enough that somewhere along the line Circle Daybreak had misinformed Sam and Ginger that the Hawthorne girl had an identical twin sister, one being human, the other being the werewolf assassin, and the human being totally clueless to what her sister had become. Ginger had disappeared with the human sister, and to make things worse, Sam's initial meeting with the real Meegan Hawthorne hadn't gone all that well. He'd made the mistake of crossing paths with the girl shortly after his first class with Ginger.
There had been that briefest moment of contact, that-tell tale feeling like being struck by lightning. Why? Just...why? Sam sighed, leaning against the wall of the high school building when the gruelling day was over. He didn't want to think much about the whole mind-link intimate details of the whole experience. He just didn't want to deal with it. How was he going to tell Ginger the target was his soulmate?
~Stupid soulmate crap~ he thought moodily. Sam's eyes closed. As a Daybreaker, he was usually all for the soulmate thing. He liked to hear about how other soulmate couples got together and triumphed despite their differences. He'd heard this scenario a hundred times over. ~Why me?~ When it happened to him, however, it was a different story. Sam sighed, opening his eyes to find himself looking at a beautiful girl. She was small and delicate, features like a fairy queen, curly blonde hair and emerald eyes, and a lithe, willowy figure. Why couldn't he get a girl like *that* for a soulmate? No, of course not. The poor werewolf was stuck with a cold blooded killer.
"Hey there, you're Sam Barlow, right?"
Sam nodded. "Yeah. Who are you?"
She flashed him a dazzling smile. "I'm Marissa Woods. I'm in charge of the local Daybreakers. We were told you guys were coming. There's another one with you, right?"
Sam nodded. "A nice but not very bright witch, Ginger Kellohann."
"It seems like she's made her way into our local popular clique without much trouble."
Sam eyed Marissa, not sure how to interpret the way she said there. Was that an expression of contempt or disgust clouding the pretty features? "Ginger doesn't know we're dealing with twins here. I got mixed up and she thinks Sincerity is the assassin."
Marissa snored. "That'd be amusing to see. But you - " Her head tilted to one side, brow furrowed. "You okay? You look a little - weird."
"I've had a busy day," Sam said briskly. He didn't want to admit the real reason for his discomfort to himself, let alone to a stranger.
"Okay. So, hadn't we better find your friend before she does something stupid?"
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This couldn't e happening. It was bad enough that somewhere along the line Circle Daybreak had misinformed Sam and Ginger that the Hawthorne girl had an identical twin sister, one being human, the other being the werewolf assassin, and the human being totally clueless to what her sister had become. Ginger had disappeared with the human sister, and to make things worse, Sam's initial meeting with the real Meegan Hawthorne hadn't gone all that well. He'd made the mistake of crossing paths with the girl shortly after his first class with Ginger.
There had been that briefest moment of contact, that-tell tale feeling like being struck by lightning. Why? Just...why? Sam sighed, leaning against the wall of the high school building when the gruelling day was over. He didn't want to think much about the whole mind-link intimate details of the whole experience. He just didn't want to deal with it. How was he going to tell Ginger the target was his soulmate?
~Stupid soulmate crap~ he thought moodily. Sam's eyes closed. As a Daybreaker, he was usually all for the soulmate thing. He liked to hear about how other soulmate couples got together and triumphed despite their differences. He'd heard this scenario a hundred times over. ~Why me?~ When it happened to him, however, it was a different story. Sam sighed, opening his eyes to find himself looking at a beautiful girl. She was small and delicate, features like a fairy queen, curly blonde hair and emerald eyes, and a lithe, willowy figure. Why couldn't he get a girl like *that* for a soulmate? No, of course not. The poor werewolf was stuck with a cold blooded killer.
"Hey there, you're Sam Barlow, right?"
Sam nodded. "Yeah. Who are you?"
She flashed him a dazzling smile. "I'm Marissa Woods. I'm in charge of the local Daybreakers. We were told you guys were coming. There's another one with you, right?"
Sam nodded. "A nice but not very bright witch, Ginger Kellohann."
"It seems like she's made her way into our local popular clique without much trouble."
Sam eyed Marissa, not sure how to interpret the way she said there. Was that an expression of contempt or disgust clouding the pretty features? "Ginger doesn't know we're dealing with twins here. I got mixed up and she thinks Sincerity is the assassin."
Marissa snored. "That'd be amusing to see. But you - " Her head tilted to one side, brow furrowed. "You okay? You look a little - weird."
"I've had a busy day," Sam said briskly. He didn't want to admit the real reason for his discomfort to himself, let alone to a stranger.
"Okay. So, hadn't we better find your friend before she does something stupid?"
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