No Longer On Her Own

chapter 1: bleeding roses

'Although your face still haunts my

dreams, I will not cry anymore. I now

realize that it was not my fault you

left and I'm done greiving for you. I

loved you even though you were not

my mate and was happy when you

were still living but now I'm going to

search for my mate.' I kept telling

myself, trying to convince myself. It

had been a while since he died

anyways.

I was a love sick girl, and no, not how

you would imagine two people so

head over heels over eachother that

they cant see anything else in the

world. No, I was more along the lines

of, sick of love and completely

disgusted and nauseated by it. Ever

since he died I couldn't help but envy

the love of couples I'd see on the

street. I was jealous and grieving. It

made my sickness worse as in I

wanted to go home but couldn't. I had

wanted so much to believe that he

was the one but when we kissed I felt

nothing. I mean, he was a great kisser

and all, and I mean GREAT! but there

was no connection, no chemistry. No

spark. No mate bond.

"Ugh!, that isn't convincing at all. I

should just give up on searching for a

man, all I can ever manage to do is

scare them off anyways. What do you

think Terrance?" I said to my favorite

snake.

Terrance was a rare albino python

due to his light purple tint to his

pigment. I had also bought him as a

hatchling from a retarded family who

thought his rare coloring was a bad

omen and were eager to be rid of

him. I fell in love with him instantly.

Weve been inseperable ever since

then.

I, myself, was something else entirely.

For one thing, I was a werewolf. Two,

I had gone rogue. And third, I seem to

have gotten an obsession with

snakes. It seemed to scare away

every decent guy and the guys that I

did attract were typically trash and

assholes.

°°°

*ding, ding* the door to my shop rang