Okay, sorry for the long wait, I just updated my other story and now I'm moving onto this. Thanks for waiting, I just have been very busy lately.

Like my other story, I have decided to make shorter, yet more detailed chapters for this story, but of course that means that it'll take a bit more time to write out, and a longer waiting period for this particular story. Besides that, here's the next chapter.

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-BookBearer

Kim's POV:

"Julianna Marie Pritchard and Grace Chloe Brown, I swear to god if you don't get your asses over here now, I'll find you and rip you to shreds and burn you on a fucking steak!"

My ears and face burns a tomato red as I stomp towards my two-stupid-best friends, laughing and clutching their stomachs, on the verge of tears. My fists were clentched tightly, jaw crunching, and my eyes were narrowed at the pair.

They apparently think that messing with me is hilarious and obviously want to get me killed by my father, and thrown into the deepest depths of the pits of punishments!

My eyes flash a dangerous yellow color, and I could feel my fangs extend, the sharp ends poking at the soft flesh of my bottom lip. My fists clench and my inner demon howls in anger.

"Are you trying to get me killed?" I hiss out at them, glaring. "God, I understand Grace doing something stupid like this, but Julie? I thought you we're the nice one!"

Julie shrugs and shakes her head, some giggles still coming out of her mouth. "I-I'm sorry Kim…S-She made me do it…but it was real funny!"

They thought this was funny? It won't be funny when my dad finds out about this little 'encounter', then lock me in my room, ground me for god-knows-how-long, and then deems me unfit for the Choosing. And oh look! I'm stuck with my dad being weak and useless, and never get to go on missions ever again! Isn't that funny?

"Funny?" I start again, waving my hands in the air like a maniac. "What the hell is so funny about werewolves Julie? Stinky, rotten, always chasing-their-damn-tails-all-the-time werewolves? You know we aren't allowed to have any contact with them, our parents forbid us! And for god's sake, Jack Brewer?! You couldn't have picked any other rotten dog? Its bad enough I have to deal with his crazy ass girlfriend in all my classes, but him too? I thought we were best friends–sisters even!"

She finally settles down and sighs, looking at me. "Kim, it wasn't even that bad. Look, I apologize for making you go bump into Jack at the front gate and 'forcing' you into that embarrassing conversation. And I'm sure Grace is too, aren't you Grace?"

I look towards Grace and notice that she still wore that stupid grin on her face, and had crossed her arms. Once our gazes met, she rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh.

"I'm not saying anything." She stated bluntly, "That was so worth it. I mean-did you see how angry the stinking little bitch was? Her face was pink, the hair from her big ass head literally stood up, and her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk! Can you say over possessive girlfriend?"

My glaze lessens a bit at that true statement, but I quickly rid of the expression, turning to Julie. "Come on Julie, let's go catch something to eat, then hang at my house."

When I turn around, Julie understands what I'm trying to get at and turns with me. We continue our walk to the parking lot, when we hear footstep behind us come closer.

"Guys, come on. Are you seriously ignoring me?" She says, raising her eyebrows and sticks her neck out slightly.

Silence.

"What are we, five?"

Silence.

"Kim. Julie. Seriously?"

Silence.

"Hey Julie," I say, looking to my brunette friend.

"Mmhm?" She replies.

"What time is it?" I ask her.

"Almost eight-thirty, why?" She responds back, looking at me.

I raise my eyebrows and tilt my head. "Want to go to The Burger Shack before we go home? On me."

"The Burger Shack?-Fine!Fine!I'm sorry Kim." Grace growls out, running ahead of us, and looking straight into my eyes. A smile grows on my face and Julie giggles from behind.

Grace glares down at the black pavement, kicking a small pebble across the lot and into the grass. "The only reason why I'm doing this is because you're paying…"

"I'm sorry, what was that?" I interrupt, frowning and cupping my ear as if I didn't hear her. I know how much she loves The Burger Shack—almost as much she loves free food. My lips curl upwards when I see her internally debating with herself if she should speak her mind, and I chuckle when she lets out a frustrated whimper.

"Nothing." She finally grounds out. "Nothing. Come on, let's just go." Grace picks up the pace of her walking and passes Julie and me, murmuring incoherent words to herself. I look at Julie and she mirrors my expression, all while giggling.

"How did I know that that'd work?" I ask her, tilting my head to the side, a curious look on my face. Julie looks at me and raises her eyebrows, as if she were thinking about the question.

"Perplexing," She starts, resting her index finger on her chin. "Maybe it has something to do with the fact that she is practically dying to get a job there, but the last time she applied, they claimed that she'd, quote, 'Devour all the inventory and not have an adequate amount of food left for the actual paying customers.'."

"You can say that again." I agree with her while smiling widely and continuing to walk. I stop when I notice that Grace was frozen in front of us, with a blank expression on her face.

Frowning, I jog up to her and follow the direction of her gaze to see what she was looking at. "Hey Grace, what are you-"My breath hitches in my throat when I see what's about thirty yards ahead of us, and I cover my mouth with my hand.

I turn to Julie with wide eyes, and see that tears started to swell into her eyes and that she had dropped to her knees.

"M-My car…" She whispered under her breath as she stared at the sight before her. Her brand new, sliver Honda Civic had been spattered with green, yellow, black, brown and pink paint, with mud covering the leather seats inside. The windows had been shattered and the trunk open, filled with what smelled like…road kill.

I run up to the front of the car, cringing at the sour smell that radiated from the inside. I open the hood of the car and the smell hit me like a ton of bricks, causing me to stumble back a few seconds. The remains dead seafood was splattered around the missing part where the engine was supposed to be. On top of the dark red blood, lay a small yellow sticky note that read;

'Keep your stupid whore of a friend, Kim Crawfish, away from my boyfriend. He's MINE and I don't need him getting any sort of infections from her slutty self. She needs to close her legs before anymore crabs crawls out from that jungle of hers. Thanks, hon.'

I clench the note in my hand angrily and grit my teeth together fiercely. My eyes shut tightly and my fangs screech together against my other teeth, elongating to two sharp points. My inner demon howls in anger and pounds furiously on the barrier that I'm struggling to keep intact, wanting nothing but to take revenge.

I have had enough of this bullshit.

As quick as a blink of an eye, I spin around to Grace and Julie, my eyes glowing brightly in rage. They shivered visibly at the sight of me and quickly adverted their eyes.

"It's quite clear as to who's done this, yes?" My voice was dangerously lower and the authority in my voice was clear as day. They both nod silently, the sounds of Julie's quiet whimpers fill the small area surrounding us.

I squeeze my eyes shut tightly as the demon inside howls again and demands to be released my ears perk upwards and the area surrounding me intensifies by 100 percent. I could hear the birds chirping, the sound of squirrels running up trees, cars zooming by on the street—the pulses of students walking home, everything. I could smell and hear everything within a three mile radius and counting, and the struggle to keep myself under control became harder with every minute that passed.

"K-Kim…" Grace speaks up quietly.

My eyes snap open instantly and judging by the way they both shrunk backwards in fear, my eyes were probably glowing brightly and I probably looked like death.

She puts up a shaky finger and points towards me. "S-Snap out of it Kim…let's not do anything too hasty, or what we might regret."

Instead of taking her words into consideration, I fiercely snarl at the warning and my fangs flashed prominently. They both shift their gazes elsewhere in out of fear and submission. Quickly whipping around, I turn my back to them and stare forwards with my eyes narrowed as I sniff the air for the taunting, perfume sent that I was looking for.

"It's too late for that, now isn't it?" I growl out, finally catching the sent I wanted.

"Tell my dad I'll be home late." I grunt before sprinting away from them both, my extra speed kicking into gear as I sprint into the forest, away from the Vampire's territory in a blind rage.

I speed quickly through the forest, passing large trees and animals, including deer, rabbits, squirrels, everything. Smells came from all around, the fresh air whipping at my face as I dodged lone branches that stood out from its roots. Everything around me is green and because that the vampire colony lives so far into the city, we don't often get to see stuff like this.

Soon enough I spot the werewolves' fallen tree branch, or their sign of the colony, with all of the markings of the passed alphas, and I knew I had arrived.

I know I shouldn't be doing this—hell, no werewolf should ever go into the werewolves' territory alone unless you have a death wish—but this was different.

She deserves what's coming to her.

And if I want to execute this plan correctly, I need to not be spotted.

I take a step onto werewolf grounds.

Keeping low, I sprint silently though the surrounding forest area of the camp site. With every step that I took forwards, I could hear and smell the chatter and talk of the nearby werewolf residents. It was disgusting.

But before I could let myself go on about how horrible and nasty these dogs were, I paused and took a huge whiff of the air above. I exhale and open up my eyes to the fading sky and I know it's getting late, and I would have to find her quickly before my dad notices my disappearance. Plus, I couldn't wait any longer to get my hands around her skinny little neck and to wring her up for what she did to Julies brand new fucking car, AND for what she's been doing to us for the past few years.

Yes, that's right. Donna and Annie are exactly the same. If they weren't different species, they'd probably join forces and make our lives even more of a pain in the ass—but thank goodness that's not going to happen anytime soon. Plus, right now, I need to focus on that bitch Annie.

"Like, what the hell Sky? Yeah, I know! Like who does she think she is-yeah. Mmhm. I know, but I won't matter anyways—we're planning on doing it tonight."

My demon howls at the sound of Annie and I spin around and peer through the trees to see her figure walking outside. Luckily, she was alone, and the nearest wolf was a good couple of streets away from her.

Her unusually bright blonde highlighted hair was braided into a braid that circled straight around her head and the rest of her hair was out and curled to perfection, going along with her golden necklace and blood red lips.

She wore a tight red dress that showed way to much of her cleavage and red laced bra, and was cut short around her mid thighs. Her legs were tanned and oddly enough, didn't match the tone of her arms or face. Piles upon piles of makeup was dumped on her face, making her look even more horrifying, if possible. Three golden bracelets shined on each wrist of her arms and finally it was finished off with two sharp black heels that she wore.

She stood in front of her house, with her small pocket mirror out and she was STILL applying makeup. "Yeah, I know Sky." She said, clearly annoyed with her friend. "I'll be there in like…a minute or something. Yeah…yeah. You know I have to look good for Jack tonight—I'm meeting his parents."

My demon urged me to attack he while shes looking away or while she's distracted, but I forced myself to refrain before I had the chance to actually talk to her.

Her big lips stretched out into a smile and she giggled loudly, rolling her eyes. "Yes," She agreed with the person on the phone. "I'm wearing the black lace corset that we got from Victoria's Secret—he's going to absolutely love it. I'd be surprised if we even make it through the dinner without him ripping my clothes off and marking me on the spot."

She laughs loudly and sprays some (nasty) perfume on her neck, and tilts her head to keep the phone from falling. I could hear the girl on the other line laugh just as horridly, and respond back to Annie. Enough is enough, I don't have time for this bull.

"Are you sure you can fit the Corset, Annie? Don't want to embarrass yourself when all the fat around your hips comes bulging out."

I growl out my insult from the place where I was hidden in the shadows, and Annie spun around quickly, her eyes widened. I could tell she was shocked and wasn't expecting to hear my voice by the way she jumped a few inches. Finally after a few moments, my voice registered through her thick skull and she smirked widely.

"If you're not the very definition of a whore, then I don't know what in the hell I am." I shoot at her once again, enjoying the fact that her face was beginning to turn red.

"Hey, Sky," She finished though the phone, still looking straight in my general direction. "I'll see you at the Dinner…yeah, everything's alright…I just have to take out some trash." She hangs up the phone before Sky has the chance to respond, and she raises an eyebrow at me.

"Would you look at that? Its little Kim Crawfish. Finally decided to take a break from sucking all those big, juicy lobsters?" She winks and puts her phone in her small hand bag.

Snarling, I slowly begin to move towards her, I'm still hidden within the trees, but I felt my fangs lengthening and patience shortening. Ignoring her insult, I cut right to the chase.

"I know what you did to Julie's car, Annie. You've caught me on one of my off days…so here's what we'll do; turn yourself in, pay for the car and finally apologize to Julie, and in return, I won't rip your throat out."

She scoffs indignantly and puts a hand on her hip, and sighs. "As much as I would like that to happen," She begins, her words dripping with sarcasm. "It can't. You should have thought about that before you made your sloppy moves on Jack, hon."

She did all this, because of Jack? She thinks I want Jack?

My eyes flash brighter and my anger soars and clench my fists together in restraint. "You think I like your boyfriend? That's why you trashed Julie's car? Because you're jealous?" I hiss straight at her, with all the venom I could put in it.

"How pathetic," I spit out at her, "Are you that worried that a vampire can steal away your werewolf boyfriend, Annie? Afraid he's losing interest, hmm?" My laugh is ice cold, and she glares in return.

But in a blink of an eye, her anger vanished and was replaced by a mocking look on her face. "Oh, I wouldn't have said that, hon."

She pulls out a small glass decorated bottle of thick red liquid from her small purse and my confusion only grows. What was she doing with a bottle of blood? Werewolves don't drink blood…wait-

She cuts my thoughts off when she smashes the bottle on to the hard pavement and it shatters loudly though out the area. The tiny glass flew in all directions, and the smell of sweet metallic blood slowly entered my nose.

"But lucky for you, I have extra." She smiles evilly and walks towards her car, opens the door and throws out an unconscious human male, who appeared to be the same age as both of us—maybe he goes to Seaford High. He had black hair that covered his closed eyes and such defined facial features that he could be a model.

He also had a cut that sliced from one corner of his palm to the other side.

My demon roared at the smell of fresh blood and I fell backwards, clenching my fists together tightly and breathing heavily. Human blood…its human blood. Its fresh human blood. I wasn't supposed to have any human blood until the Ceremony, and if I did, one; I would lose my presidency in the Clan, and two; I could kill the boy.

I need to get out of here.

"So, Kim," Annie finishes, looking bored, and staring at her nails. "I've got a dinner to attend too, so let's make this quick, okay? What's it going to be?"

The smell of blood was getting stronger and the urge to drink this kid dry was getting harder and harder to resist. I looked between Annie and the boy and growled deeply. I slowly moved towards the two, my fangs at their sharpest.

Oh how easy it would be to just bend his neck backwards slightly and bite. How the blood would taste on my lips, how it would feel going down my throat—just one bite…

…But I can't.

I won't.

I stop myself from going any further, much to the dismay of my inner self. "T-This isn't over, Annie." I hiss out at her and scowl at the face she gives in return. She only smiles gently and pats her hair to make sure it's perfect.

"I'm sure it isn't." She replies normally, and turns to walk back to her car.

Letting out a short angry howl, I quickly I spin around sprint as quickly as I could out of there, all while still in my hungry daze. As I run back through the werewolfs' forest, I think about what just happened, and regret just not ripping her throat out while I had the chance.

But one question still bothered me.

How did she know I was coming?

Am I that predictiable that she was able to know that I was going to come after her, that she carried a bottle of blood with her, just in case? And not to mention, an unconscious teenage boy in her backseat? But even if that was the case, when I first saw her, she seemed startled at my arrival—how could she have known?

The boy.

My thoughts wander on back to the boy and how good his blood smelled. I think about how I could have sunken my teeth into his awaiting neck, and drunken him dry…oh how blissful that would be. My demon whimpers in disapproval and urges me to get my ass back there and actually do it, but so much would happen if I did.

But just think about what it would be like…too finally become a full vampire. The hot, fresh, metallic blood would burn a pleasant trail down my throat, and I probably couldn't get enough. How nicely my fangs could have sunk into his skin…

…how I could have killed my prey so easily.

And how much I would have enjoyed it.

I slump down to my knees and stare at the black pavement ground in disbelief at myself. I had never had these types of thoughts before, and now…I just thought about killing a boy, my age. He probably has a home, a family, and friends, just like I do.

Tears begin to rush down my face as I cover my hands over my eyes in shock. My breathing gets heavier and my body begins to shake slightly, because of the crying. Is this what it's like? Being a full vampire, wanting to kill all the time? Was the temptation that mom warned me about?

The smell of mint calms my racing heart a bit and two firm arms wrap around my shoulders as I cried, and they held me there as I cried and cried and cried into their chest. My hair clung to my face by the tears and I could feel my ears getting hotter. A large hand gently stroked my hair in such a motion that my sobs quieted down miraculously and they whispered comforting sayings in my ears.

I felt so repulsed with myself at that moment, that I couldn't even think straight. I came here to just confront Annie for what she had done-to scare her. And what I got out of it was a harsh wake up call.

I was close to killing an innocent today. So close to breaking another important rule, and even closer to ruining everything.

And what dicusted me the most;

I would have enjoyed it, too.

Okay, sorry if this was a bit short, I have been trying to update a lot of my stories on different websites, plus school work, plus work-work, and I have been busy, busy, busy!

Anyways, Im going to get started on my next few stories, so yeah. Please tell me what you thought about this last chapter, I've been having debating thoughts on it myself…

OH and hey did you read that last part? Huh? Huh? Read it again.

Guess who that is? ;)

((See how I slipped him in there? Yeah, you did.))

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