Chapter Two

The smell of burning wood broke me out of my sleep. I quickly looked at my clock; ten o'clock. Whoever is burning down the kitchen has a death wish coming. With lightning speed, I pulled on a huge shirt and ran into the kitchen. What I found made me want to burn my eyes. A, rather thin, blond was making breakfast, naked.

"Oh, good morning, you must be Ryan's sister" she held her hand out for me to shake. Her hazel eyes were gleaming with happiness. Great, he brought a happy one in our home.

"Hi, um, do you know if Ryan took his medication?" I needed to think of something fast, especially when she's thrusting her hand in front of my face, trying to get me to shake it.

"Medication? Is everything okay with him?"

"Oh, he's fine. It's just, his crabs can come back at any time" bingo! The look on her face was enough to set me into a good mood. She looked like she was going to throw-up at any second. Queue evil laugh. She actually had the decency to cover herself up first, before running away. Ryan then decides to come out of the bathroom looking too refreshed.

"How did you wake up?" he croaked. He started coughing uncontrollably, for some reason.

"Are you okay?" I asked once he had recovered.

"Fine, I just ate some of what she made" we both started laughing really hard.

"Okay, okay. Again, how did you wake up?" he chuckled.

"Well, you wake up when you feel refreshed and nouris-"

"I tried to wake you up, you just, kind of, refused" I then realised that some of my hair felt damp. When I felt my head, I realised he had put some liquid in my hair, trying to wake me up in the process.

"You didn't pee in my hair again, did you?" About a year ago, we went out clubbing and we were both really drunk, so while I was puking in a gutter, Ryan decided to needed to pee right near me. It ended up going all in my hair. I smelt like piss for a whole week.

"No, it was freezing cold water. But, it didn't work so…" I ran into my bathroom, and looked at what the damage was to my hair. My usually auburn hair looked like something died a thousand times over, my chocolate brown eyes held the tiniest flicker of gold, and my lips were the perfect shade of pink. In a 5'8 body, I had a few curves (thanks to my mom) and great boobs, a D-cup.

After a quick shower, I looked somewhat ready to go. My one duffel bag was at the door ready to go.

"Wow, wow, wow. What are you wearing?" I hadn't noticed Ryan staring at me from his bedroom door frame.

"Clothes" I stated like it was the first correct answer of my life. To be honest, I was a little happy.

"I would hardly count that as clothing" he pointed at my clothing like they were about to burn off, which wouldn't surprise me since I can weld fire. I was wearing a see through white top with a red lacy bra, a really short skirt and high heel boots.

"Do you want me to change? Would it make you feel less on edge?"

"Yes" he answered both questions with one word; amazing. I could never do that even when I tried. I walked back into my bedroom and chose something else. I decided on black super-skinny jeans, red tank top that hardly covered my belly button, and beautiful six inch stilettos that anyone would die for.

"That's still not what I had in mind, but its better" Ryan was really starting to piss me off with his judgements.

"Who the fuck do you think you are? My father?" snarling, I left the room, and the entire house. I could hear Ryan run after me, but I just couldn't be bothered.

"I'm sorry! You know how much I hate other guys looking at you like you're some piece of meat" I slowed my pace, and faced him.

"You forgot your duffel bag" he mumbled, but I still heard him. I tried to fight my smile, but it was too hard.

"I'm sorry" we said at the same time. I know, it's corny, but these are the moments I live for. We both ran into each other's arms. After a few minutes, we let go.

"Come back inside, I'm sorry"

"If I come back inside, it's only because you have food" chuckling, we both walked back inside. After grabbing my duffel bag, and a few doughnuts, I headed for the door.

"Are you seriously going to walk off on your present?" Ryan asked behind me. When I turned around, I saw what he had in his hand; an Assassin's Creed Fighting Knife with infused spirit. His grandfather gave it to him on his twenty first birthday; a week before he ran away.

"I can't take that, Ryan. It's not meant for me" he stepped forward, and put it in my hands.

"Well, I can't use it. He told me, when the time is right, that I have to pass it down to someone I love, romantically or my bestest friend in the entire world" I pulled him into another hug, but careful not to hurt him with my strength.

"I love you too, brother" I could tell Ryan was getting over-emotional, which he hates, so I stepped back.

"Repeat what you're going to tell the head mistress, if she asks what 'happened' to you" he commanded, like the true soldier he hates to be.

"They took me back to one of their blood-whore communities, and I was a slave until I was old enough to become a blood-whore for them. A week before it was set I would become a blood-whore, I decided my escape. I escaped the night before it was set, and vwala! I appear at the school"

"Very good. Remember to call as soon as you get there, understand?"

"Sure, sure. Are you going to be okay with all those possessive girls at your doorstep?"

"I'll be fine, but every so often I will need you to leave a voice message or something to make them go away" I laughed at that. He has never been good at making girls leave, but if he does, they always come back for more. I picked up my bag, once again, and left carrying the knife under my arm. I felt his gaze on me the whole time, until I reached the sidewalk, where I ran full speed towards Montana. It was an hours run, so it gave me time to think.

*flashback*

I was walking to class; my everyday routine, when some trampy girl walked up to me.

"Tell Jason he was good in bed last night" she giggled at the end of it, like she found it attractive to do so.

"Jason? As in Jason Zeklos Jason?" tears were brimming my eyes as the girl bobbed her head up and down. Jason, my boyfriend of five months, was cheating on me! Just this month I decided to lose my virginity to him on our six month anniversary; I guess that's not going to happen. I walked off on the girls ramblings; I just needed to think. I came to my favourite place in the entire campus; my tree-house. I made it when I was in kindergarten with my 'uncles'. I stayed up there until dawn. I looked down at my watch; 6 a.m. I guess I need to face to music sooner or later. On my way to the Moroi boy dorms, I ran into my best friend; Lilly.

"Hey, gorgeous; what are you doing at midnight?" trust Lilly to lighten my mood. She's the only girl who's ever liked me, for me.

"Sleeping, like you should be. Why? What's going on tonight?"

"I'm having a little get together in the forest. You should come! It's not a party without you" she always makes me feel better, even if I am five times her weight.

"I'll see. Who's going?" her eyes lightened up at the mention of me maybe going.

"Tanner, Ella, Jackson, and maybe Jason; I was just about to go see him actually" at the mention of Jason, my heart lurched. I knew deep down, he was only using me, but I refused to believe it. So, instead, I fell in love with him.

"Same. I'll go ask him for you, if you want"

"Oh, could you? You would be saving my life if you did"

"Yeah, I'll go see him now" she gave me a quick hug before running off to Goodness knows where. I turned towards the way I was going, and walked. I arrived at his door, and knocked rather loudly. I could hear music blaring through the door; which means his friends were in there. He opened the door a minute later. His shirt was ripped, and he had bloodshot eyes; he was drunk.

"Oh, hey babe" he gave me a sloppy kiss. When he pulled away, all I could taste was alcohol.

"Hi, can we go for a walk?" he nodded his head, and followed me out the door. We stayed silent for a few minutes, until we reached the forest. I looked him over; his usually naturally messy sandy-blond hair looked dead, and his eyes were a washed out green. His 6'3" frame was hunched over and he stunk of cheap vodka.

"What do you want babe? I can't always follow you around you know" he raised his voice a little at the end.

"You want to know what is going on?" he gave a curt nod. "You've been sleeping around behind my back! I trusted you! I was going to give myself to you in a month's time, but that's not going to happen now, is it? You know what, we're over!" my tone was piercing, and I'm sure I could have made someone deaf.

"Oh, no you don't! I gave you everything; jewellery, clothes, money. And all you do it through it in my face! We are still together until I say so" he grabbed my arm and yanked me back. He was strong for a Moroi, and it was really hard to pull away from him.

"Let go of me" I shrieked. His nails dug into my forearm, and I'm sure he made me bleed. He tightened his told on my arm; it actually made me whimper in pain.

"Please, you're hurting me" instead of tightening his hold, he threw me into a tree. My head jerked back. I was starting to see stars. I could faintly hear the sound of a zipper being pulled down. Then, I blacked out.

I woke up with a headache. I touched my head, and felt a bump. All of last night's events came rushing back to me. Did I get raped last night? I looked down at my clothes; they were shredded to pieces. My neck felt sore and tingly. My fingers went over two holes on my neck; bite marks. He turned me into what we're disgraced by; a blood-whore. Does this mean my whole life will change? My feet started walking in all types of directions. Soon enough I heard sounds, whispers.

"-mor girl, and others. If we kill her, we'll be famous, legends even"

"Don't be ridiculous! We need the Hathaway girl first, then we'll be legends" I stepped closer, and closer. Soon enough, I could see who were talking; Strigoi. Five of them, and they looked hungry. I gasped, but in that little sound, they all turned and faced me. I turned to run, but one had already grabbed my hair and was pulling me up. I was in so much pain, but I wasn't making any sound.

"Look what we've got here. It's a porky Hathaway" the one who had me snarled.

"Looks delicious and juicy too" a black haired one agreed.

"We could use her as bait. Once Rosemarie Hathaway finds out we stole her precious daughter, she'll come and 'hunt us down'. It's the perfect trap" another with blond hair said.

"What's your name, little Hathaway?" the last one hissed.

"Le-Lexi Vasisila Hathaway…"

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