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Chapter Eight

Lillium Davenport

I blinked slowly, drawing a sharp breath. I felt like crap. Like I'd gotten run over by a semi and then, out of spite, the driver had hit reverse and backed over me. And then I laughed, joy bubbling in my body. I was alive! I felt something next to me and rolled over, only to be face to face with my twin. He was so cute when he was sleeping. His hands were clutched in my sheet, pulling them up to his chin. I touched his cheek, letting his warmth seep into my skin. I felt really cold compared to him right now. I looked down and smiled, Oliver had pulled all of the covers off me and was bundled up like a baby. He had always been a cover hog.

I groaned as I swung my legs off the edge of the bed. I wasn't in my room. I was in the spare room mom kept in the attic. I felt myself pale, I had done it. I had gone through my transition. My twin groaned and rolled into the spot I had just vacated. I guess it was warm.

I would have laughed if I hadn't known it would hurt. I looked down at my wrists, they burned, no, they were burned. I touched one curiously and hissed when the pain flared. I glanced idly at the wall and pinched my eyes shut, they'd had to chain me. That hurt my ego a little. Even Holly hadn't needed to be chained. I looked back at my brother. He looked sick rather than peaceful, on closer examination. I noticed that his skin was pearled with sweat. I leaned in to get a closer look at my twin and he stretched his neck out, revealing a pair of pale pink puncture wounds evenly spaced on the exposed flesh. Bite marks.

An unwanted image flashed into my head. Myself wrapped around my brother in an intimate manner, both of our eyes closed, my mouth on his throat, his head thrown back in ecstasy.

I blanched, I had fed from my own twin. I was suddenly filled with guilt, I felt like I had cheated on Seth. It was foolish to feel like that. He didn't know anything. I sighed with relief, he would never know. Feeding was always intimate, an event shared between mates. Seth was mine. I felt it.

Seth…just the thought of his name made me smile…made everything seem okay. I got the distinct feeling that even if the world was coming to an end, I would be just fine if he was with me.

Even with thoughts of Seth in my mind, I couldn't stop thinking about the disgust about what I had done to Oliver. I couldn't believe my parents had let me.

I glanced out the window; the dark blue sky tinged with pink signaled that dawn was approaching. I had to see what I had become. I wandered to the door and walked quickly to the bathroom, my footsteps soft on the floor of the carpeted hallway.

I'd never like mirrors; they'd always seemed too cold, an image of a person with no passion or mirth. Mere illusions. As it stands, in this day and age, some girls lived by mirrors. Now I needed one. Although the changes were subtle, the first thing I noticed when I flipped the light switch were my eyes. They had always been gray, but now, they were different, brighter. They were wolf eyes, filled with luminescent capabilities, and a female's kindness and love for her pups. My hair was different too; the tiniest amounts of blond and silver-gray strands were mixed in with the brown and red, easily indistinguishable if one wasn't looking for changes. I ran a hand cautiously through my hair, testing its texture. I sighed. It didn't feel different.

The sigh caught in my throat when I looked at my mouth in the mirror. My lips were bright red, making my skin look paler. Twin pale curved points were hovering above my lower lip. Heart racing, I touched an index finger to the point of one. It was real, substantial and very, very pointed. I pushed a little harder, testing the limits, and gasped when the white point bit into the skin of my finger, drawing blood.

I stared at the crimson drops. "Oh, sweetheart." I shrieked in surprise and put my bloody hand behind my back guiltily. My mom was smiling at me, her brown eyes exuding warmth and her brown hair tied back into her standard hair pin.

"Mom?" I managed to choke out.

She walked forward, seemingly unaware of my internal panic. I whimpered when she put a hand to my cheek, "I'm so proud of you."

She moved us in front of the mirror. She brushed my hair back from my face, "You are so beautiful. So precious." She kissed my head. I looked at our reflections. I looked just like her. I'd always resembled her, but now I was her with my father's eyes. At least that's what I saw. I was being irrational, I knew that, but my mind was racing, trying to understand the magnitude of what had happened. My mother frowned, "What's wrong?"

"I'm just like you." Bitterness seeped into my voice.

My mother smiled, misunderstanding my tone, "No my dear, you are something much, much greater."

I shook my head and a tear ran down my face, "I can't do this."

"Lilly, you won't have to deal for long. We're going home soon." My heart skipped a beat. Fear held my body in place.

I spun around to face my mother, my fear melting into anger, "No!" She looked taken aback, surprised even. Damn right she should be surprised she didn't even know me, "I will not leave."

She sighed, her calm demeanor returning, "Lilly, we must. You knew we couldn't stay."

"Things have changed." I yelled at her.

Now she wasn't just surprised, she was shocked. "What?"

"Things have changed, mother, I can't leave. I can't leave my friends."

Her mask returned. I hated it. I hated her calm voice even more. Was it possible to hate someone as much as you loved them? I loved the mother my mom could be, not the one she was when she went into queen mode. She was like that now, "Darling, they won't remember any of us."

"That's the problem." I growled out. I'd had enough of her controlling every little aspect of my life. I would never leave Seth, ever. I stormed into the hallway and paused at the auspiciously open window. I looked down. It was a long drop. Glancing over my shoulder I grinned and giggled maliciously before lunging out the window into the rising sun.

"Lilly no!"

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Seth Clearwater (This is not the start of the chap.)

I looked at her incredulously, "My mom let you in?" Lilly nodded and I smiled, "She must like you than."

"Really?" She appeared unconvinced.

"Yeah, most of the time she won't even let Jacob in the house. She says Leah and I are enough to eat her out of house and home and he doesn't need to help."

Lilly laughed. The noise made my stomach flip.

My breath hitched as she leaned over and nuzzled my neck, "Come on, silly boy. I made you breakfast."

"Breakfast?" I asked, shocked, as I slid my hand into hers. Her fingers were cold, but the arm that brushed mine was warm. "My mom let you in and let you cook?"

Lilly grinned cockily, "I guess I'm special."

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