The spa day was amazing. It was the first one I had ever had in this century, and I felt so pampered by the end of it. Frankie had suggested that I give my hair a pop of colour, and the hair stylist agreed whole heartedly. I end up picking a bright pink colour, which my hair stylist added in randomly. I had a bright pink French manicure with black sparkles. My skin felt so smooth and silky to the touch and my muscles were all relaxed. The girls all looked very refreshed, all looking fangtastic!

Clawdeen hugged me tightly after we had donned our normal clothing. "Girl, you are the best! Getting a wax at a salon is so much easier than doing it at home. My fur grows so fast!"

The others giggled, and I smiled and returned the hug. This was fun. As much as I loved my friends from Romania, I felt as if I was just a regular teenage girl again here. Back home I would be treated like a children – I am only fifteen hundred and ninety-nine years old – but then expected to act like an adult at the drop of a hat. So frustrating.

As we exited the change room and back into the foyer, I bumped into someone and I stumbled. Whomever it was helped me gain balance again. "I'm so sorry-," I looked up hoping they weren't mad, and met Clawd's eyes. My face heated slightly and I stepped away from him. Clawdeen's words from early came to mind. He went to the spa with his girlfriend. Before he could say anything I ducked my head and head quickly over to the counter. I hoped the others hadn't noticed my blush that was something I didn't want to explain to them.

As we left, I could hear the woman exhale loudly when she realized she was no longer in any danger of angering my father. I felt bad; I had terrified the woman into giving us an appointment. Vampires who lived in the New World never had to fear the vampire council or society from Europe; we just never looked this way unless someone was acting up. Now, my father was living amongst the vampires who hadn't thought they needed to fear him anymore, but the memories of his earlier reign flooded back into them and they remembered. Those who didn't were soon told. I knew when I went to school that any vampires there would give me a wide berth.

My uncle was waiting for us when as we headed towards the parking lot. We all piled in and he drove us back to my house so they could pick up their things. We chattered all the way up the steps and began sorting through the plethora of bags by the door. It didn't take long for all of the girls to sort through what was there's and what wasn't. They all had unique styles. Blue had a surfer girl thing going for her, Abbey was primarily furs and sparkles, Frankie had a lot of electric colours and cuts, and Clawdeen was all about the highest fashion and darker colours.

As they left, Blue and Abbey gave me their numbers so I could text them my classes. Abbey told me that she didn't live on this block, but walking would be no problem for her when I offered to see if my Uncle or Father would be willing to drive her. Abbey, Blue, and Frankie all thanked me for the spa trip; Frankie gave me a hug that left my hair a bit frizzy, before they started down the steps of my house. I waved at them, and thanked them for an awesome shopping trip before turning to Clawdeen.

"Do you want to meet my pet?" I asked, earning a confused look from my uncle. Clawdeen grinned and nodded, I ignored my Uncle's question of when I got a pet and led my new friend upstairs.

Thankfully, it was getting darker so I was sure that Count Fabulous would be waking up any moment. "I don't know if he's friendly to visitors yet," I admitted and waved for her to follow me into my closet.

"Fabu!" I called out; walking over to the small lump of clothes he called a bed. I picked up an old shirt, but he wasn't underneath. I frowned and looked at the ceiling. Was he ignoring his bed? "Want to help me find him?" I turned around, and saw Clawdeen staring at my clothes with a wide eyed expression. "Clawdeen?"

"Oh. My. Ghoul."

"What? Do you see him?" I twisted around trying to spot him, did he get out? Oh. What if I never find him again? He was so cute and I loved him…

"This is your closet?" she demanded, twirling in a circle. "I would kill to have a closet this size!" she hurried and pulled a dress from the rack and held it up to her. It was a dress from the early 19th century. "You could donate these to a museum, no offense."

I giggled, "I know, there's retro chic and then there's just retro."

She put the dress back on the rack and ran her hands over the varying fabrics and styles. "Oh man, how are some of these still holding up? This one is a toga!" she pulled out the draping fabric that was discoloured after so long. I pressed my hands into my face, embarrassed. I couldn't believe I still had that. "I could just look at everything in here all day long."

Another giggle, "How long are you able to stay over?"

Clawdeen turned around, eyes wide. "Are you for real?"

"Totes! I need to make room for my new purchases anyways, and some of these I've had for centuries," I said gesturing to the toga in her hands. She rushed over to me and pulled me into a hug.

"You are the best! Where should we start? Do you have it organized?" she ranted looking around again. I took the toga from her and held it up.

"Of course, by century and by colour!" I batted my eyes. "This was the height of fashion. Though, back when it was fashionable it was a pure white colour, and I was a bit smaller…over here is the rest of the clothing I had when I still lived in Rome."

Over the course of the next two hours, I tried on over half of the clothing I owned. Clawdeen either complimented my outfit choices over the past fifteen hundred years, or she laughed and then quickly apologized. I had the same reaction, and we ended up dissolving into laughter as I strutted around in clothing that was centuries old.

Half of what I tried on went into a pile to be sent to a museum, and the other half went into a pile to be thrown out. Either they were too moth eaten, or they were such an obscure fashion choice of that time period that no museum would've taken them in anyways.

At some point, the fashion show stopped, and we ended up lying on my bed, wearing mismatched pieces of clothing and laughing at how silly we looked. I missed this. I missed just being able to act like a teenager. I was so happy. Maybe my father wasn't all wrong. Moving here wasn't the worst thing that had ever happened to me.

Clawdeen sat up and stretched. When she didn't move, I looked up and saw her looking at the pictures on my nightstand. She noticed me watching her, and pointed to a picture with a raise of her eyebrow. I giggled and shook my head.

"Why have pictures if you can't see yourself in them?" she asked, I was about to answer when Count Fabulous chirped and flew down from my roof and landed on my lap. Clawdeen let out a startled yelp and shrunk away from him. I smiled and stroked the top of Fabu's head with the back of my finger.

"Count Fabulous, meet Clawdeen. Clawdeen, meet Count Fabulous. My pet bat," I scooped Fabu up and presented him to the werewolf. Clawdeen exhaled and gave the little creature a smile, petting him with a finger.

"Sorry, little guy, didn't know who you were," Clawdeen apologized, and C.F chirped and nuzzled her finger.

"I can see my clothes, and I know who's who by what they are wearing." I explained, picking up a picture, "This is a picture of my father and me once cameras became popular. They were sooo boring to sit for, but they were much faster than having to sit still for a painting. Those could take hours, and that's just for the sketch!"

Clawdeen laughed, and proceeded to ask me more about all the different photos. Who was who, what time period it was. She fell silent after I finished answering, I stroked Count Fabulous' tiny head, and he curled into my hand and fell asleep. After a few moments of silence, she picked up one of the pictures and pointed at the clothing beside me. "Who's this?"

"That's my boyfriend, well technically he's not my boyfriend anymore since he lives back in Romania, but it's...well complicated," I said with a smile and took the picture from her. "It's the first photo of us together," I said running my hand over the picture glass fondly. "We have a painting of the two of us together somewhere at our mansion back in Romania…but we didn't bring it with us."

"Wait, if you have paintings of yourself, how come you haven't ever seen yourself?" Clawdeen help up a hand. "Lala, a painting is the same thing as a photograph."

I shrugged my shoulder, "That's the artist's interpretation of me, making me look older and more mature and more elegant so that my father will be pleased and perhaps pay him more for his time. Also, we'd have to have anything that was too telling about us removed, like in all the paintings of me, my birth mark isn't in them. A photograph isn't biased; there is no button to magically make flaws disappear.

"Whoa, that seems like a lot of effort for a single photo. Still, I bet it was worth it. Spending hours sitting beside someone you love, now that's romantic," Clawdeen nudged me, "I can barely keep still for an hour before I want to go do something else. How long have you and your boyfriend been together?"

"We've been together for just over four hundred years now," I replied, and smiled at her, "He created Valentine's Day for me, you know."

Her eyebrows rose, "Really?"

"Yes, he is the most romantic guy ever," I flipped onto my back, and proceeded to tell her the story of how we met. How the sparks flew instantly, and how he chose me out of everyone at the ball. At the end, I sat up and smiled dreamily, then sighed, "But then my father met Samantha while on a business trip and we ended up moving here."

Clawdeen made a sound at the back of her throat, "When your father first introduced everyone to her, she nearly insulted every single one of us! After he and Samantha left, Deuce's mom burst into tears. I have never seen Maddy cry like that!"

"What did she say?"

"Well, Ms. Gorgon always wears sunglasses and either a wig or a wrapping for her head. Samantha asked her if she's always worn those, she said yes, and then Samantha muttered it was no wonder that Ms. Gorgon was single! Medusa and her husband had just recently divorced, and at the time Deuce was living with his father. Could you just imagine how upset Medusa was already, and then Samantha just went and made Medusa feel like it was all her fault already?"

My heart went out to Medusa. The woman I had met years ago was incredibly shy and wary of strangers; she was the sweetest as well once she trusted you. The fact that Samantha had been so cruel to her made me angry. Especially after a hard time in the woman's life.

"Ugh," I scowled, "I was going to try Clawd's suggestion to get use to her, but now? No way."

"Speaking of Clawd, I can't believe he actually took Cleo to the same spa as us," Clawdeen growled, "I told him not to, but he doesn't understand why I'm so hung up about this."

I didn't want to get into the conversation of her brothers romantic life. As much as I wanted to support her, I felt awkward. Instead I smoothly changed the subject towards her romantic life, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Clawdeen laughed, "No guy is man enough for me. Everyone who has taken an interest in me so far has either wanted to be the alpha in our relationship, or has wanted me to control them." She rolled her eyes, "I already have enough alpha's in my life, and I don't wanna be controlling someone I'm suppose to love, yaknow?"

I sighed, "Vampire and werewolf relationships aren't so different after all."

"Why?"

"Vampire's are still stuck in the last decade, they expect females to be docile and wait for a man to come and save them, and then get angry when a female doesn't need saving," I explained, Valentine never stepped in the way when I had something to say, but at the same time would shush me if I was about to say something in front of someone of high important that he knew was going to upset them. It was about balance, I suppose. Clawdeen let out a growl.

"Ugh. I swear, if I could just swear off men forever," she rolled her eyes, "but my mother is way in the past. She still wants me and Howleen to get married and each have a litter of pups ourselves. I've got dreams; I want to go study fashion in Paris! Not stay in Salem and take care of a bunch of snot nosed kids."

"Wanting to be successful isn't a bad thing," I responded, touching her shoulder, "I'm sure your mother will be plenty proud of you if you chose to do what you want."

Clawdeen fell silent for a while and then nodded, "They would be. They're scraping money together right now to pay for Clawd's university, which is why he's part of the football team, if he gets sponsored our parents don't have to pay for schooling."

I felt like such a spoiled brat. All day long I had been throwing money left and right like it grew on trees. There was a difference between paying to pamper your friends, but I knew if I even thought about suggesting to help pay for schooling, Clawdeen would've torn strips out of my back. As much as I wanted to help, I knew I couldn't without risk of offending the Wolf family.

"Oh well," Clawdeen shook her hair, "Once Clawd get's his sponsorship, the money they were saving up for him will go to me, and I can study fashion here. Make it big, and then travel to Paris to study under the greats!" she stared at the roof proudly, then slid her gaze to me, "What do you want to do when you're older?"

I wanted to tease her that I was already old, but instead I answered seriously. "I want to become an author, or journalist. I'm a huge fan of poetry and I've been writing for so long. Though, more likely I'll end up taking over my father's buisness."

"What does your father even do?"

"He owns and operates a bunch of hospitals. That's how he's able to get blood bags, and medical equiptment for when I need infusions," I explained, and then added, "He also owns a bunch of hotels, vacation homes, that sort of thing. I'm pretty sure he also has some secret buisness that he's a silent partner to. He's been alive for so long after all."

Clawdeen sighed, "That must be nice. You get to travel a lot then?" I nodded, and she continued, "Once my parents came from Europe around the Werewolf-Vampire war they have only left a few times and only for a weekend to do some buisness with other packs in Europe. Anyways, let's not talk about our parents. I'm pretty sure my mum wants me to take over the Bed and Breakfast when I graduate, and I don't even want to think about that."

I nodded my head, and before I knew it we were spending an hour talking of nothing but boys and everything that was going on at school. Sooner than later she had to go home, but I was feeling incredibly happy when she left. She had her bags full of clothes from our shopping trip, and some items from my closet she wanted, and waved back at my before dissappearing into her house.

I definitely was warming up to Salem and the people here.

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