~WHO IS JACK ANDERSON?

3 days earlier: {You know before the dance and where the story begins. You know what I mean}

Jack's POV:

I slip out of my black and slick or course Lamborghini. A chuckle escapes my lips. Chicks dig my Lamborghini. Slamming the door, grabbing the keys from the engine I start to make my way towards the sunken mansion. The full moon holds it's self perfectly overhead. A howl gets my attention. My nose sniffs quickly and my ears twitch to hear even better. I grow my fangs and quickly jerk in that direction. I hiss with baring my teeth. Another howl comes from north.

Man I hate werewolves. Other than the Fire and the Dragon clans/packs the Werewolves I hate the most. It was just meant to be that way, like the Fire and Dragon not liking each other but not as much as Fire to Werewolves, Dragon to Vampires, Vampires to Fire, and lastly Vampires to Werewolves. They hate one another but not as much as the other hatred. It's confusing but learning about the four clans/packs gives a boost in your intelligence about them when it's been at least 500 years in total. I've been alive since your great, great, great, great, great, great, great - and at least twenty more- grandpa got his first look at the world.

I turn back around walking into the white mansion. The rooms are dark. Yeah were vampires but we don't sparkle or turn to ashes when light is on us. It does Yeah I've seen Dracula and Twilight. What a bunch of bullshit. The combat boots stringed onto my feet with barbed wire-just to look badass-hit the floor in the condor hard.

I faintly see two figures on the couch but not that clearly. I reach over to flick on the overhead light. Alice is gripping my best friends hair, as Emmett is hold her hips in a very unusual way. I then realize they're kissing.

"What the hell guys? This place is called a public living room. "

Hearing them get off the couch tells me they stopped. Their faces are so red tomatoes over their pale skin. Embarrassed much? Alice blushes and walks away. She's pretty shy even though I've known her for about around the 200 to 400 years mark. Emmett is still blushing a bright, bright red.

"Jack that wasn't….."

"Come on Emmett. You know that was more than you think it was."

I say with overjoyed expression, one my best friends and my girl like sister. Who wouldn't be happy?

"But what about the brother pact with Jerry? I have a girlfriend, Jerry is very close to having one, you don't have a girlfriend."

"I'm sure I'll find my true love soon then later."

He pats me on the shoulder, follows where ever Alice went. A deep voice booms around the house.

'Jack. I need you to come see me in my office.'

I roll my eyes. Now that's my dad. He can be an ass but when he needs you he's right there beside you.

'NOW!'

The voice booms. Now that's what it's like when he's an ass. "You're in trouble!" Jerry's voice says behind me. I turn on guard for anything he throws at me. Jerry runs by using his super speed but the thing is, he's slow for some reason in my vision. Shrugging like it's nothing, I trip him as he's going slow-in my vision. He looks at me astonished when he falls down. I use my powers, like always, to run into his office. Maybe get a root beer on the way. Cause I did. I slam down into the black leather chair in front of his desk. He gives me a cold look. My thumb snaps open the root beer loudly just to piss him off. He rolls his eyes and sets his hands on the desk in a formal way.

"I know you haven't been one of us for a long time like I have….."

I take a loud sip. His eyebrows clench. I didn't even know eyebrows could 'clench'. He relaxes and says

"I have a mission for you."

I just did a spit take right there. He hisses at me for spiting. I wipe my mouth, he continues.

"Anyway if you accomplish this mission I will give you the leader ship of the vampire pack if I won't be here."

"Wait…I don't want to be the leader of the pack. I just got my wings!"

I say sarcastically. I got them 700 years ago but still. It feels just like yesterday. He raises his eyebrows.

"Jack that was seven hundred years ago I think you can be responsible."

He says standing up.

"Why can't you get Jason to do it?"

I am kind of jealous of him. A little. He has been a vampire for like 2,000 years, his wing span is at least 18 feet , he takes responsibility, pride for his actions and he deserves to be leader of the pack. As for me…..I have been a vampire for 1,000 years, my wings span is around 14 feet, I don't have responsibility, pride for my actions and I blame them all on Jerry when I can. Jason also always gets the girl. Like always. Once this girl Kristen I was about to ask her out but then before I walked over to her Jason walked in front of me and got the girl. Now their married and have two children. Man I hate him. Oh and the worst part is, he's my brother for crying out loud. At least I have Marceline. I get back to reality.

"Look, yes Jason is strong, powerful, a leader, muscular, a great athlete….."

"And your point is?"

My fist practically crushes the root beer bottle, annoyed how awesome he is.

"I'm saying just because he is better than you are doesn't mean he can overpower you."

"I guess the makes sense."

I glance at the floor and back at my dad.

"What's the mission?"

He slides out a drawer, pulls out a yellow file folder stamped with 'CLASSIFED'. He slides it across the desk, I catch it right when it's about to fall. I look back up at him with a snarky grin.

"I suggest you look at that somewhere safe."

I look around the room checking if any enemy is hidden in the shadows.

"Can I just stay in here?"

"Werewolves and our other enemies-like the Fire and Dragon clans have been in this room more than enough times. I would go somewhere will no one will ever think about you being there."

"Alright, later dad."

We do our old fashioned hand shake, slap the back of our hands, hit our fists on top, bottom and sides, then we pull on each other arms until one of us says Mercy! as loud as we can. I have been through a lot of training, so I practically know all of his best tricks. I pull as hard as a lion my dad's arm. Guess he's gotten a little too old for this. He screams.

"Mercy!"

We both let go of each other's arms. My dad falls to his knees. I lean down next to him.

"Are you ok dad?"

He grabs a hold of my arm to help him up.

"Yeah I think I'm….."

He catches me off guard and flips me over on the hard floor. I feel a bruise form on my back. I shrug it off. So what? It's just a bruise. I get up.

"Nice dad."

"Well soon you'll learn all of my tricks."

"Alright dad."

"Bye son. Don't get attached to the fresh meat."

He chuckles.

Don't get attached to the fresh meat. He said.

I walk out of his office with the file. Where should I go? As I get into my Lamborghini I think about where I should go. The engine roars to life. Somewhere will no one will ever find me. I swerve into onto the country road dodging other cars in my way. I speed down the roads jumping in front of cars along the way. I go down about hundred more country roads trying to find that one special house. Here it is. I slowly pull into the gravel drive way savoring every moment of this. I grab the file and slip out. The rocks under my combat boots crush. I close the car door and sit on the front steps.

I can' even remember a thing about my life. Like when I was alive. I've always wanted to meet someone who would…..who would…make me feel like I am alive again. Not like any normal kind of romance. Something that would make my heart skip a beat, maybe even two. Or something like I couldn't stay away from her constantly.

Getting back to the real undead life…. Wait scratch that I mean undead after life I get back to this

I flip it open and skim through the pages. The pages are just files saying what I'm supposed to wear, personality, my past, my future, my family. Which is just my family were just not going to show this 'fresh meat' what we are until I can get close enough and kill him/her. I'm not acting gay. If it's girl I'll try not to fall for her. I have Marceline, her name will be Jessica while I'm 'under cover'. Thinking about Marceline, a roaring sound makes me look up. She drives into the drive way, driving her convertible.

She gets out. Nice clothes. Her hair looks pretty. I think. Okay you think I'm in love with her right? Well I'm not. My dad picked her out for me when I was a fledgling. {A fledgling is a vampire but who hasn't drank human blood or animal blood} I'm pretty sure she doesn't like me either. She prances over and sits next to me.

"Hey cuddle bear."

She tries to act flirtatiously.

"My dad's not here."

I say coldly, knowing what she'll do if I didn't.

"Good." She leans against the board holding up the front porch.

"What do you want?"

"I didn't have anything else to do."

She snaps back at me. What an attitude.

"Go catch lunch why don't you?" I say trying to get back to work.

"I've done that 13 times today and I'm still hungry."

She notices the file in my hands.

"Oh what's this?"

She snatches it out of my grasp. She walks back and down the front porch flipping through the pages. I try and get it from her but her power is a metal shield. She shields it around her while she reads. I bang on the metal.

"Marceline give it back!"

She holds up her index finger. I bang on it some more.

"Give it back!"

"No I want to see this mission you have."

She flips to the next page. Her mouth drops open.

"What!"

She screams in the force field, making it echo.

"What?"

I ask. Her hand swipes in front of her, making the force field disappear. She shoves the page in my face. I snatch it out of her hand. I skim through the paragraphs about all this and that. A little photo is clipped to the page. I guess this is the whole part about my mission. The girl or the boy. Yuck. I pull the photo out of the clip. I turn it over. A girl around my age, well kind of, is in the photo. Her blonde hair goes down to her shoulders, her face is curved perfectly, she isn't too fat or too skinny she's perfectly in the middle; she is very beautiful for a werewolf. I'm not falling for a werewolf. If anyone's falling for anybody it's going to be her falling for me. She looks like she's laughing but it doesn't look real. Alright let's just get this straight. I can read minds and be in the same position as the person I'm looking at. Sadness and depression pulls down on my shoulders. She lost her mother when she was 5. I remember that day. I was there. I'm the one that killed her mother. I'm a murder.

Flashback:

Me [new born fledgling], Jason [backup], my dad [aka leader, and our adoptive dad except for Jason or known as Gregg], Jerry [trouble maker, also a fledgling] and Mike [distraction with the phone]. We all crouch down in the bushes. My dad turns to me. He puts his large arm over my shoulders.

"Jack?"

"Yeah?"

I was such a wimp back then.

"After this Jackson, you are going to be officially apart of the clan."

Jason pats on my back.

"Nice job my brother."

In my head I was 'You're not my brother' but I just said instead

"Thanks Jason."

"You're welcome."

Mike hands me the phone.

"She just texted back. When you lure her in, at the right moment bite her."

I look at the text.

'I can't believe my husband doesn't know.'

I send her something back. I can't believe she's cheating on her husband. Sad world we live in.

'I know I'll see you later babe.'

I look back at Mike.

"Got it."

"Why can't I do it?"

"You are going to be next. Calm down Jerry."

My dad says.

"Fine but I better have hot fresh meat."

We all roll our eyes at his comment. My dad turns to me. He puts his hands on my shoulders.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes."

I say determined.

"What?"

They all say.

"Yes!"

I scream determined. They all shove me through the bushes onto the dirt like brothers. I actually catch myself. I get up. I make sure my fangs are sharp and I look hot. Never thought I would think that. Her sliver convertible pulls in. She slips out of her car, trying to look pretty as ever. Her long shiny hair is in a tight braid that covers the middle of her back.

A gut feeling inside-more like in the place of my once beating heart-is telling me to tell this girl the truth, then instead biting a cow in the field nearby. Then my heartless self urges my body to get over there.

She walks over, putting our hands together. I give her a kiss on the cheek. We walk over to this old barn holding hands.

"So you're not mad I'm a werewolf?"

"Of course not. I'll show you my secret too."

Her smile gets bigger.

"What is?"

"Oh you'll find out."

I say trying to act cool. We make it to the back of the barn. Me and her go to one of the back corners of the barn. We go through this big make out scene. I ,oved down to her neck. Moans and groans come from her lips. Like my dad said

"After this, you are going to be officially apart of the clan."

I pull my head back and grow my fangs. I sink my fangs into her neck. She gasps loudly. Her body shakes viciously. I drop her to the ground. She rolls over onto her back. She starts forming into a huge large-like werewolf. Claws come from her nails, a tail comes from her ass, and she grows double her size herself. She gets up and stares at me. She howls loudly. I grow my wings and flap up to the top of the barn. They're only five feet long but they can hold me up for at least an hour. She jumps up to try and take me down. You know kill me into shreds.