Disclaimer: All recognizable scenes, characters, and plots belong to SM.
N/A:I came up with this story from a really creepy dream I had a few weeks ago. I know that if I don't write it down I'll forget it and I think it may have potential.
Chapter 1
Aurabell froze as she passed a mirror, mystified. How had she missed this one? She could have sworn she'd covered up every one in the house. If the house was hers and not just someone's summer home-though she had no idea why anyone would want to spend there summers in rainy, Minneapolis, Minnesota-she was renting, she would have broken every last one. Taking her sweater off to cover it, she laughed at herself. Just heated sand, it wasn't dangerous, couldn't hurt her. Right?
Oh but it could, she reminded herself. It could show her everything she hated, because it showed her herself, the female replica of her father. She hatedhim, she hated that she looked like him, and she hated how people treated her because of who her father was.
People who knew what the real world was like either feared or hated her,-or both- it didn't even matter that she'd never killed or physically harmed anything more than a spider. Even though her father was only half a vampire he was known as a blood thirsty demon, vampires and vampire hybrids were all known as such. Humans and shape shifters both hated and feared Aurabell because she was a fourth vampire. And her father and anyone else who thought humans to be inferior, hated her because she'd never had a longing for human blood or urge to be a mass murderer. It wasn't really fare, people hating you for something you weren't. But then what in this world was fare?
Aurabell stared at her reflection, thinking about the people who didn't know. To them she was an angel, a god-her father had once lulled her with such words, back when he thought there was still hope of her becoming like him. She was beautiful with her long, wavy blonde hair, flawless cream skin, and big, baby blue eyes. She had an innocent look about her, something almost childlike, but the body of a fully matured, irresistible woman. She had once had the innocence to match her face, but that was a long time ago, she wasn't naive enough to believe in the goodness of man kind-or any other kind for that matter.
Yes, she decided, the mirror was dangerous. She lifted the sweater to cover it again and jumped when she heard the doorbell ring, she'd been so caught up in her thoughts that she hadn't even noticed any footsteps. Looking through the peep hole she sighed when she recognized who it was.
Chapter 2
Opening the door a crack, she stared up at Embry.
"Yes," she asked fayning innocents. Like she didn't know why he was really there.
"I need to talk to you," he said.