I hate you and you hate me...there, now we're even with each other. (Chp. 1)

I hate you and you hate me..there, now we're even with each other. (Chp. 4)

                                                                             Seth's POV

After I'd dropped Aislin off, I couldn't stop thinking about her. She was just so...different from other girls. And I liked that about her. I liked the fact that she is very brave to stand up to the principal, which I could not have even done, I like how she smiles crookedly and I just love how beautiful she is. I could not understand the fact, though, why her sister was so rude and mean. They were so different considering they were twins. I chuckled lightly to myself, "Of course they're different Seth. They're two different people."

I sighed and pulled into my folks lot and jumped out of my car. We were pretty rich compared to other rich people. My father was a successful business associate and it was a wonder how he could be so rich and fortunate, but yet, he never had time to spend with his children. Which included me, Jacob and Angel. I smiled cheesily as I passed my little sister who was outside playing with our dog, Jeans. She was a rottweiler. I entered the mansion and found my grandfather, John Blood, sitting down in his chair, reading the newspaper while using one of his hands to hold up his glasses to his wise, old face.

I gave a warm smile to him as I passed and also found my grandmother, Sylia (pronounced: sil-EAA) rocking in the rocking chair while knitting a pair of mittens which looked to be for Angel since they were her size and they were pink. I went over and kissed my grandmother's forehead before sitting next to her, "Afternoon grandma." She looked at me through her dark green eyes and frowned slightly, "My boy, it is pronounced, 'Good afternoon, grandmother. Not grandma." I sighed and nodded, knowing it would be no use to argue with her. We saved a lot of time listening to our elders than argueing because we only waste our breath when we do argue. Plus, it was considered rude to fight with your parents, uncles, aunts, and grandparents when they were disciplining you in the vampire-werewolf community. It was not uncommon to see a mother or father beating their child in public if the child did not listen.

I apologized to my grandmother and repeated it the way she had said it when I felt a pair of cold arms wrap around me. I inhaled my mother's rose-scented perfume and hugged her back, "How is my wonderful son, Seth, doing on this fine day?" she asked cheerfully. I smiled up at her, "Fine." She lifted her eyebrows at me and I sighed, "I am doing fine, mother." She patted my shoulder, "That's my boy. Always learning from his mistakes. One of these days you are going to be a successful business tycoon like your father." She said. I felt my heart get stuck in my throat.

Ah, yes. The world of business. But for me? I do not think so. I didn't want to become a monster like my father was. Of course he did love us but...he just didn't seem to show it enough. Also, I wanted to become a veterinarian because, well, I loved animals. I opened my mouth to protest but was interrupted by the dark, threatening voice I'd grown up with, "Yes, that is exactly what you shall do. Follow in my footsteps."

My father.

I stood up to greet him when I felt a cold hand have contact with my left cheek. I fell to the floor with a crash and nearly made a crack on the sleek, wood floor because of my werewolf-vampire combined strength. I stood up in a flash and had a metallic-taste in my mouth. I wiped my hand acrossed it. Blood. I felt my anger flare inside of me but I did not dare raise a finger to my father. I looked him straight in the eyes, "What was that for?" I didn't mean for my voice to come out in a deep, angry growl/hiss but, I couldn't help it. My anger was being held by a string.

Father's black eyes gleamed evilly and he stepped out of the shadows so he could reveal his vicious smile. My father was of a 6'5 height and he had the body of a true werewolf warrior. He was built of pure muscle and every gene made possible to give him the strength and speed he had. But he was also made of hatred. His shiny black hair gleamed in the light and he stalked towards me slowly. I felt myself stiffen near his prescence but refused to back down.

I happened to be the least likeable of his children because I was half vampire and half werewolf. The first in centuries. It was only because my great-great-great grandfather was a vampire while my great-great-great grandmother was a werewolf. The genes of both of them passed down to me and that's how I was created. And my father absolutely despised me. He didn't show it though for the sake of my mother. Her eyes were filled with tears as she dreaded what he would do next.

Father looked down at me and laughed menacingly in my face. I growled and felt another slap, but harder this time. And this time it was so hard, I was sent crashing against the wall that was behind the couch I had been sitting on not long ago. I felt my head go woozy from the pain and I grabbed my head to control it. That didn't help one bit. From the corner of my eye, I could see mother, or rather my three mothers begging my three fathers to stop. Man, he must have hit me really hard. I heard a small gasp and looked up to see Angel looking at me in horror. Father's booming voice entered my ears, "Jacob, take your sister upstairs, now!" I heard Jake's feet shuffle as he struggled to take Angel upstairs. I heard her frantic little voice squeak, "What did daddy do to Seth?" But Jacob said nothing.

I slowly stood up and said not one word, keeping my eyes to the floor. I felt 8 pairs of eyes on me but one of them was filled with hatred and I could feel that one the most. I swallowed the blood in my mouth and winced as I realized I had a bruise on my cheek and my lip was busted. I finally looked up at my mother and let my anger show so she could see my pain. Tears were running down her cheeks as she watched me turn around the wall and head upstairs. I ran up faster before they had a chance to bring me back down again and slammed my bedroom door. That's when I took the chance to let all my anger and pain out. I grabbed the lamp on my desk and allowed my werewolf and vampire strength together break every single piece in it. It shattered to the floor and I felt my eyes turn red. My vampire side was pissed off and I allowed it to take over and dominate. Sick with the fact that I was hated by my own father because I was half-vampire. I hated it!! I let out a deep growl and grabbed the glass mirror on my wall and smashed it to tiny pieces. Not caring that my hands were getting all bloody and bruised. I then let out my last surge of anger out onto the wall. I brought my fist back and swung with such force that I broke to walls and left a hole in it. I then fell to the floor and let the rest of it out through tears.

Sure, guys don't usually cry but from what I've been through since the day I was born, you'd accept the fact that I was crying. I didn't sob though. I wept silently and fiddled with a piece of glass in my hands, allowing it to pierce my skin and a light trail of blood dripping off it. I through the piece across the room and inspected the damage I'd done to my hands. I groaned and winced as it slowly, very slowly, began to heal. It would heal in about two days but until then, it was going to hurt like hell. I sighed and stood up and began to clean-up the destruction I'd done. That's when I looked at myself in the mirror in the bathroom that I was utterly shocked. I looked terrible. I slammed the rest of the glass and wood into the garbage and tried to fix up the bruise and scratches but it was no use.

I was suddenly hit with a wave of sadness from all the years of desolation. I usually felt this way but today...today had to be the worst of it all. I felt utterly alone and desperate. I put my hands in my face and let out a forced laugh. That's when I felt it after I thought about the one person that made me happy. Her smile, her laughter, her beauty. I looked up and gasped when I saw a vision. My world turned black just before that and that's when i found myself wrapped in complete love.

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