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Chapter 5: Hello... friend?

Chapter 5: Hello... friend?

Chapter 5: Hello... friend?

For the last six months Mother Anne and I have grown closer, creating a mother-daughter relationship similar to the one I had with my mother, Shannon Porter. Yet our relationship is almost better than the one I had with my biological mother. It is tighter. I suppose that is because we have more time to bond, we spend every second together and Mother Anne insists on doing everything I want.

She had a driver's license and passport forged for me not long after we left Louisiana. So now I am legally a nineteen year old orphaned girl named Amaya Brown. We decided making me nineteen years old would be for the best. Even though I do still look kind of like I'm fifteen, I can pass for nineteen. Amanda Porter no longer exists in the least bit. And I don't have to go to high school at nineteen. Instead I get to spend all of eternity having an amazing time.

Ever since I mentioned I like shopping, we have been on a shopping spree at least twice each month. When I ran out of space to store the merchandise, Mother Anne threw some of our stuff out to make room for more. Then we went shopping again. She loves telling me stories all the time about her past. And when I let it slip that I would like to see the world outside of America, Mother Anne booked us a flight and we left the U.S..

At the moment, Mother Anne and I sit on an airplane on our way back to the U.S. from our trip to Russia. The reason we are returning so early is because one of her friends in Maryland wanted to see her. We had originally planned to stay in Russia for another week before going to France.

"Are you sure you do not mind us leaving early?" Mother Anne asks for what has to be like the thousandth time today alone.

"I'm certain, Mother Anne. It won't kill me to do this one little thing for you," I reply. "Besides, I would love to meet one of your friends." I absentmindedly tap my fingers on the armrest as my mind wonders off to the cold weather awaiting us in Maryland. I don't even realize that I am using one of my many vampire powers to affect the temperature in the plane until the man in front of me shivers and Mother Anne puts her hand on top of mine to stop my tapping. "Oops," I mouth the word to her.

Mother Anne always tells me that my powers are much more advanced than most vampires who have had centuries to master their abilities. Where most vampires struggle to use their gifts at first, I have to be reminded not to use mine in front of humans. It just comes so naturally to me.

"I should warn you before we get to the airport in Maryland that this man is not like you and me," Mother Anne says, picking up our earlier conversation in a low whisper.

"He's not a vampire?" I ask in a voice so low that only Mother Anne can hear me with her enhanced hearing of a vampire.

"No, he is not. He is... something else," she informs me.

"What is he?" I prod for more info. "A wizard?" I guess unworriedly. Mother Anne has told me that wizards mean us no harm. Some even might become our friends.

"He is a werewolf. Vampires and werewolves do not typically mix well, as I believe I have told you once before. You might want to kill him, but please retrain yourself," she pauses and slaps my hand which is once again tapping on the armrest, causing the temperature to spike upward this time.

"Why do we not get along with werewolves? Are they our arch-enemies or something?" I inquire.

"No, Amaya," Mother Anne says with a sigh. "You read way too much when you were human. Now you have the most absurd assumptions about our kind. We do not have any enemies. We are the hunters and the world is our prey. Every other creature, mortal or immortal, fears us never the other way around. Do you understand?"