CHAPTER: 4

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A/N: I'm kind of unhappy with chapter 3 mainly because I wrote it in the night at like 2 am. so I apologize about that chapter

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School is tomorrow and it is already 5 pm. I'm going to try and get early sleep tonight, that way I can wake early in the morning to sign up for track. I really want to be ready for the school year. Maybe because I have the chance to actually be a new person or maybe just because I want to be away from home for a while. I hate being home, but because I had no friends I hadn't really been able to go anywhere without Daniel or Vanessa.

I have to go clothes shopping today so I can buy clothes that fit my new body. Daniel said it takes around ten days for changes to affect, but were I was also a hunter they started to show much earlier than expected. I used to be small and tiny, now I feel so strong and fast, I feel happy at what I had become. I haven't felt like this in. well. ever. I feel like I could run for 100 miles without stopping and keep running some more. I was going to join track, that way I would be able to do something, sports wise, and get rid of some held up energy my new body was now holding up. ---------------

I go to my car and drive off to the mall, I usually buy dorky clothes but I want to do today's fashion not 1990s' fashion.

I look up some fashionable clothes and finally I find multiple styles. I asked Daniel if he would lend me $400 so I could go buy all new things, he really didn't question it, maybe because he understood what I was doing.

I go to the mall and spend all of my money on clothes I have a ton of bags, that are excruciatingly hard to carry, not due to weight but my hands aren't large enough for all of this.

I finally get home after several hours of shopping. I walk into the house and walk in with several bags.
"So whats with all the clothes?" I turn around to see Vanessa drinking what looked to be hot coco, I wasn't really sure she knew about all of the supernatural stuff. But she had to be able to notice my changes.
"Just updating my closet." I reply. She doesn't question me, but gives me an assuring smirk. That leads me on my way towards my bedroom to try on all the clothes I had just bought.
after walking up the steps, two at a time, I close the door behind me locking it. I lay all the clothes out on my queen sized bed. setting everything into there right matches, I try each pair of clothes on making sure they fit my now, well defined body, assuring they all fit, I walk to my walk-in closet throwing out all my old clothes. although to me the new clothes look strange, because of today's fashion, I shrug, brushing off that thought. I hang each clothing individually, making them nice and straight. I didn't need glasses anymore but I liked my bright blue contacts that lightened my eyes, so I kept them on.
After putting everything in its correct place, I walk to my bedrooms adjoined bathroom, closing and locking the door. stripping down I can't help but notice that my "downstairs" even grew, if you catch what I'm throwing. after opening the glass door to the shower I step in washing my auburn hair first, then finish up by washing my body. After the shower I put on sweat pants and a white and black band-Tee, I walk to my bed. Noticing a note lying on my night-stand, It was from Vanessa saying she knew about the hunter, werewolf thing. A heavy weight was relieved from my shoulders, not understanding why, probably because I didn't want to keep secrets, and hiding things from Vanessa.
After folding the note and placing it back on the night-stand and sliding under my Egyptian cotton sheets, and pulling my velvet comforter to my chest. I started breathing heavily, realizing my first day at a new school was approaching. Soon the thought drifted away as my eye lids started to get heavier, forcing me to drift in a smooth sleep.

Running for my life wasn't working. I tried to go faster but the animal kept catching up, the animal was soon directly beside me pouncing on me.
"Dylan!" It yelled, I was confused on how it was talking or how it new my name, but all that was on my mind was 'please don't eat me!' I was covering my face as drool dripped from its mouth as it barked my name again, repeatedly but getting louder.
"AH!" I scream lashing my arms everywhere. "Dylan, calm down. It was a nightmare, calm down." It was Vanessa she was trying to calm me after reality struck back into my head and saw a scratch on her cheek. "Vanessa? d-d-did I do that?" I shook my head in disbelief looking at my hands realizing there were five claws appearing from my fingers. "OH MY GOD I'M SO SORRY VANESSA!" I started feeling tears awaken from my eye lids.
"Dylan it's fine honey, you didn't mean too. I've been in worse injuries than a simple scratch to the face. Don't worry." She assured me everything was going to be okay. A few moments later I'm in her arms hugging her apologizing for my actions. she was shushing me assuring me everything was okay. After a while I calmed down, after letting go from our hug, I wiped tears from my eyes and sniffled. I hugged her one more time, apologizing with a hug. I let go and lied back down, glancing at the clock, 6:25. I had to get up for school in thirty minutes anyway so I just got up and walked to my bathroom, stripping down for another shower, I didn't need one but I felt I need to relax from my nightmare. after my shower I grabbed my toothbrush and quickly brushed, after flossing, I grab a shirt out of the closet and getting jeans out from my dresser. My jeans were dark green, skinny and cut to about knee length. the shirt was a tight, button-up with a quilted pattern, it was tight enough to reveal my muscular body and fill in all the cracks that my abdomen had shown. Although I didn't want to sound narcissistic, but I looked pretty damn hot, if I do say so myself. After styling my hair in a slicked back style, I put on some Hollister cologne, and step downstairs, not bothering to grab anything but my bag and a green juice. I walk out the houses and step into my car and drive towards school.

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