The Hunt.

Ch. 15 Not Worth It.

My body ached, it's been four months now, birthday's in a couple weeks, I'm turning 20. Being confined to this really sucks. Dean was passed out. Unable to sleep, I walked out of the room, and just as I entered the next room, I heard a rapping on the window. Before I could make any sound of surprise, Drew held up his finger to his lips with a cocky smirk on his face. He sat, crouched on the windowsill, quite casually I might add. Slowly, I opened the window.
"Hello love." He greeted, I rolled my eyes. "Can you tell me why you're here at midnight, sitting on the windowsill?" I asked, "Well I discovered the way for you to get out of the house, and I'm determined." He answered easily, swinging his legs through so he was sitting casually. "What is that?" I asked, the suspicion in my voice evident. Drew chuckled, "Well, I have a proposition for you that can benefit us both." He said, I cocked a brow. "Quit beating around the bush Drew." I snapped, "Well my family's having a formal party in 30 minutes, and you need to be my date so my parents will stop bothering me about a stupid betrothal to vampire royalty." He explained, like that sounded tempting. "Um, no. I've had enough of politically correct parties in one lifetime." I responded bluntly. Drew rolled his eyes, "Come on love, it gets you out of this dog house for a little while, and you help your favorite vampire." He urged. Letting out a long sigh, I relented, "Fine but won't your parents want you dating, I don't know, not a werewolf?"
Drew rolled his eyes, "They said get a date and they'll stop. They didn't specify a certain type of girl." He retorted. "Fine, I'll go, let me tell Dean." I said, "No, he's used to you walking around, you'll be back by five in the morning at most, not unusual, telling him sucks the fun out of it." He sounded like a pouty little boy. Shifting uneasily at the idea, I asked, "You sure I'm not going to be attacked there?" He nodded, then reached into his worn messenger back. "Just put on this dress, and these heels. It'll match the event." Drew said, I took them with a puzzled expression.
"How do you know my size?"
"I have my ways."
"Stalker."
"I prefer the term unwelcome guest."
Sighing, I looked at him, "You are so not worth it."
While he chuckled at my comment, I walked to the bathroom, and changed. Then I realized something, the dress was sleeveless, and had a dip in the back. All my scars on display. Sliding a finger down my arm, I felt the ridges of my scars. Where once flawless skin had been. Blinking away flashbacks, I saw a shawl and let out a sigh of relief, sliding it on, and applying light makeup. The dress was body flattering, obsidian black, so were the heels, the dress was tight until the waist then it flowed down elegantly. I wore a black, long sleeved, shawl. I looked great, but I also looked like I was going to a funeral. Smiling a little, I thought a party full of immortal dead people, funeral, same thing.
Walking back out, Drew let out a low whistle and I rolled my eyes. "Shut up, and how am I going to escape out of the window in this?" Drew smirked, "Like this love." In a flash he lifted me into his arms, and before I could protest, he leapt out of the window. Thankfully I was already used to that because of Dean.
He didn't put me down when he landed on the ground but instead kept running. Finally he put me down and we were in front of a beautiful marble mansion. "You know how to conduct yourself right?" He asked, wrapping his arm around my waist, then he whispered, "Or do you need my help?" The only thing that kept me from pushing him off was reminding myself I was his date. "Yes, I do, no I don't need help. Unless there's some weird vampire rituals I should know about." I snapped, he grinned.
"Only the sacrifice of a new born."
That made me glare pointedly at him, while he threw his head back laughing. Pulling me closer, we stepped in. Drew did look nice in a suit. Turns out my all black wardrobe wasn't unusual, everyone was in black, but of course they could also hear a heart beat, and smell me. So all their heads snapped towards me. Drew smiled, I bit back a rude retort to Drew in fear his family would hear me. Surprisingly I wasn't scared. Thanks to training, I'd already identified multiple ways to escape. "Hello family!" Drew called easily, I was kind of thankful he didn't ditch me, but instead laced his fingers through mine, and walked me over to two particular vampires. One was a woman who looked maybe thirty at the most, with jet black wavy hair that falls to her waist, dark eyes, and pale skin, the guy had blonde hair, and dark brown eyes. "Mom, dad, this is my date." They inspected me and the woman smiled. "Hello dear." She said, offering a hand, "You can call me Scarlet,"
"Sandra."
I took her hand, and she, with inhuman speed, went to bite me, but I'd already pulled my hand back before she could, which resulted in her nearly biting her own hand. Drew laughed, "She has fast reflexes mother." He commented, his father smirked. It was hard to imagine that was his father because they all looked the same age. "What is she?" His mother asked. "Werewolf." Drew answered, she inspected me. "She's never seen a werewolf before, I never brought Dean over, and werewolves don't all smell the same." He explained, "Oh." I said, still keeping a pleasant smile on my face. I was used to it. Someone could be getting murdered and I'd still have this smile plastered to my face. After introductions, Drew pulled me to the side.
In a quiet voice I asked, "So you hung out with werewolves but your parents have never seen them?" I asked, as we stepped onto the dance floor, and started a slow dance. Drew smiled, "Well love, they don't exactly get out much." As he spoke, he whipped me out, letting me twirl, my dress flowing beautifully around me like black smoke, until he pulled me back. "You never told me you were such a good dancer love."
"There's a lot of things about me you don't know."
That made him smile as he pulled me close, the elegant orchestra music sliding into a more romantic melody. "Isn't the vampire supposed to be the mysterious one?" I grinned at that, "It's good to know you're up to date with your own stereo-type." I responded as he let me down in an elegant dip and brought me back up. He grinned, a classic Drew grin, "The werewolves are supposed to be constantly pissed off and distance themselves from others."
Snorting, I commented, "I did both of those things before I became a werewolf." Drew laughed a bell-like laughter as we retreated from the dance. Exchanging easy banter, I was relieved to be out of Dean's family ranch, until we were stopped.
"You're the werewolf?" I heard a new voice ask, looking in front of me, I saw a boy a little taller than me. He had black hair, dark eyes, and I didn't need to smell his emotions to feel his disdain. "Yes, I am." I bit back a sarcastic retort, Drew keeping a light hold on my waist. The boy inspected me, "You don't look scary." He sounded sort of disgusted. I met the vampire stereotype, fucking finally!
"Well neither do you, it's called the art of deception, and I'm glad to know I wear it well." I responded easily, making the boy pause, and Drew laugh. "Don't make her angry Erik. Werewolves are physically stronger than vampires." I'd been taking anger control, so I was good at containing myself. He affectionately tousled the boy's hair, and the boy, Erik, stared at me openly. "What happened the last time you got into a fight?" He asked, I paused in consideration, "I broke a girl's spine in half and threw her into a tree." Erik's face was frozen in horror, so much so that I laughed, "She's my fighting trainer, also werewolf, so she healed of course. But I love this priceless expression on your face." The boy flushed, he was still in the transitioning phase to be a vampire so he did have a heartbeat. Drew let out a loud laughter, and though my laughter was quieter, I joined in, eventually Erik did too.
When it was nearing four, Drew and I started walking out of the building but before we made it out, I saw something hurtling towards the back of his head. Reaching out quickly, I caught it, just before it punctured his skull. It was an arrow. Memorizing the scent on it, I easily picked out the person who shot it. A young girl. Vampires are scary, but werewolves naturally intimidate people, so I did a trick Waverly taught me to scare off other supernaturals. Before you shift, your eyes flash yellow, like a warning sign, so if you learn you can make your eyes flash yellow as a warning. So I did that to the girl and she shrank off into the crowd.
"What was that?" Drew asked, "An arrow." I answered, handing it him. He grinned at me, "Thanks love." Rolling my eyes, I retorted, "Now you owe me your life." It was his turn to roll his eyes. But I chuckled as he swept me into his arms and ran me back to the house.
Maybe this trip was worth it after all.