"Cassie, we're going out for a run. You want to come with?" My mom asks, flicking her long, curly, dark auburn (usually mistaken for dark brown) hair behind her shoulder out of habit.
"No thanks, I want to finish this book so I can drop it off at the school library tomorrow." I smile, waving for her to go along.
She smiles back, crossing the room to kiss my forehead.
"Love you Cass."
"Love you too."
I watch as she closes my door with a quiet click. I grab my library book, Stephen Kings The Shining and resume my place at page 176.
I hear my baby sister, Jennah (age eight), my baby brother, Nate (age five), My dad, and my mom discussing where they should change. We've been noticing a couple of the same guys hanging around our property lately and they want to make sure it's safe.
I know, you're probably sitting there with your faced screwed up and the wheels in your mind turning, thinking What is this girl on? Changing, what does that mean? I'm just going to hit pause quick and explain a few things.
Me and my family are Werewolves. Yes, and that so clears the whole what is this girl on? thing up. No, I'm not crazy or on anything. The gene's been passed down through our family for generations now. In fact, my great-great grandmother was actually Alpha of the pack back then.
Most people think the gene is only passed down to males. Well that is super sexist. Us girls are just as strong (most stronger) then the guys. Girls just have to grow into there power where as the guys are born with their full power. I still haven't hit full power yet. At any given moment I can change back to a human from wolf and if I get too angry, well let's just say we had a lot of damage control to do and we had to call in a couple Witches for memory loss spells when I got into that fight a few years ago...
And on that bright note, yes there is other supernaturaul's. We live amongst you humans but trust me, we're in a whole other world. We have a supernaturaul government with a Warlock as president right now and a whole bunch of laws, just the way you humans do it.
Wich brings me to my next thought. There's a whole bunch of different races. There's Necromancers, Vampires, Wewolves, Witches, Warlocks, and then Half Breeds. Half Breeds are supernaturaul's with two different races for their parents. There's rumored to have once been Dhampirs, half vampire and half human, but we haven't seen one in years. They're considered to be the lowest of the low when they fall in love with humans. The human usually ends up being killed and the vampire outlawed. There's been no babies born by both in over a thousand years.
Okay, pretend I just hit resume so we're back to the here and now.
I put the book down, now on page 350 after that huge explanation. A headache's begun to blossom behind my eyes and up into my forehead. I rub my hand across my eyes, pressing gently to release some of the pain.
I hear the soft padding of my family's paws retreating down the trail and farther into the woods. I sigh and burry my head in one of my pillows. My home life is good. Now if only my school life can go as well as this...
I grab the remote and click the power button, the t.v. snapping to life. Channel 1333, the supernatural news channel (only available on supernatural made t.v.'s) pops up. As I'm about to change the channel to music channels, red letters pop up.
I roll my eyes and read them aloud.
"Do not turn the channel, an emergency broadcast will be on in thirty seconds."
The red letters blick importantly. I wait impatiently, debating on wether or not I should change it anyways.
"This news just in, no supernaturaul race is safe anymore. The human U.S. government has found out about our world and has ordered the immediately capture anyone under suspicion. If anyone is caught we advise you to go quietly. We have received notice that they will shoot to kill if you make a commotion. Normal citizens are being kept in the dark so whatever you do, do not threaten that ignorance or you will be slaughtered. There is suspicion that they have one of our own working with them. As of right now we are not sure on we're you are taking when they get a hold of you. Inside sources have only been able to tell us it is not the human prisons, but somewhere more viscous." A perky, platinum blonde with an enormous chest says gravely.
My jaw drops, my brown eyes bulging in their sockets. I turn the volume up louder and scoot a little closer so I won't miss a word.
"Everyone is advised to act as normal as possible." The blonde continues, her head tilting down slightly and revealing brown roots. "Warlocks and Witches should not practice any magic under any circumstances. Vampires are limited to animals and blood donators, but should be careful where they hunt. Werewolves should avoid their runs and changes for as long as possible. Necromancers are not permitted to perform any rituals. Failure to follow these instructions will consequence in your capture. Our beloved president cannot be held responsible. Thank you and have a nice evening."
The camera goes back to a muscular man with fangs standing in front of a weather map.
I lay back on my bed, dazed. This has never happened before. What happens when you're captured? Where do they take you?
Then it hits me, my family is out there with strange guys hanging around. They're in danger.
Before I know it, I'm off my bed and flying through my house. I throw the door open, bursting outside and running for dear life. The door bangs back and forth, hanging slightly off its hinges from the force of my push.
Everything feels as if someone hit a slow-mo button. I look around, seeing the humans walking down the street gawk as I run past into the thick trees. I close my eyes for a split second, not bothering to stop for this, and pray to any God or Goddess up above who has decided to tune into the Cassandra Greene Station for the moment. I open my eyes, hoping against hope my family is okay.
I don't think I could live if anything happens to them, they're my everything.
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