My Werewolf Mate and My Vampire Best Friend

July 30, 2013

It's been three days, three whole days, since Lorelie's funeral. It's been five days, since she was found dead by the officials and six days ago I saw her die. To many, the news came as a tear jerking and tragic story. Most people who knew her thought she was an angle, but I would beg to differ.

It came as an astonishment that something so dreadful could happen to such a 'sweet and innocent girl.' I think it brought a hot white, blinding light of reality to their eyes. Many tears were spilled for Lorelie, though not from everyone.

The people who knew Lorelie for what she was didn't cry, me being one of them. I was her best friend, and I didn't even she's a single tear. We were the best of friends, and times people would mistake us as sisters. We would finish each others sentences, do everything and share everything together. I understood why she did it, but I still couldn't grasp why she did. I thought I meant the world to her like she did for me, but everything she ever said to me was a lie. She never gave a shit for me. She used me, and its really changed my view on everything. Maybe it was us, the vampires, who were the monsters. I thought our bond was so strong that we could get through anything, but it was just a facade.

I stood there, stiff and unmoving, looking at Lorelie's grave with my thin, red lips cracked, murky opaque eyes and a somber look that showed no emotion. I felt completely drained of all emotion, standing there I felt like a statue.

I bore a face of anger and disgust now for Lorelie. There wasn't a drop of sadness in me anymore, and I kept clenching my jaw over and over. I couldn't take standing here anymore. In my eyes Lorelie deserved what she got and brought everything down on herself. Five days ago I cried over her death, but even then it wasn't out of sadness. But, I did cry for ever trusting her, crying all my tears of betrayal five days ago now all that laid in my heart was anger. And even after Lorelie's death the only emotion I could harbor for her was hatred.

She betrayed me, leaving me with a hole in my heart, and I could never forgive her for that. I could have dealt with Lorelie's betrayal if it was only me she hurt, but no, Lorelie didn't just betray me. Lorelie betrayed everyone. She betrayed her family, my family that took care of her for years, are friends, Luke, and Gavin who loved her more than life itself.

Out of the blue a hand landed on my shoulder. I tensed at first because of the sudden warmth on my shoulder, but I relaxed when I noticed it was Luke. Luke gave a light squeeze to my bare shoulder. I was wearing a simple spaghetti strapped dress, leaving my bare shoulders exposed to Luke masculine hands.

"You alright?" Luke asked such a simple question, but to both of us it held so much power. Hearing his voice reassured me that he was actually here, alive. Even if he was a little banged up, he was still here for me, and he wasn't in Lorelie's place and that was all I could ask for.

I held myself with my hands clasped tightly on my biceps to stop myself from shaking. I almost lost Luke. Just the thought about losing him shook me to the core, and it wasn't just a thought, it almost happened. Thinking about losing Luke almost made my knees buckle. It was worse than what happened between me and Lorelie. If Luke were to die, I would never forgive myself.

Luke could see the trepidation that courses through my body. He placed a hand on my lower back and added slight pressure to turn me towards him, so that he could try and comfort me. I turned towards Luke, giving him the purest look of vulnerability. My body trembled at the sight of him, and then my eyes became tinted with a watery gloss from seeing him the first time in five days.

Luke took one look at her and opened his arms towards her. "Come here." His light brown hair flipped upwards in a messy style right above his eyes and his green eyes sparkled like the stars in the night sky. I missed his face, his tan, gorgeous face. He stood there in front of me looking as beautiful as ever. I fell into his chest, crinkling his pristine, white shirt. He held me, with his arms wrapped around my back, while I took in his scent as I had for the hundredth time in the last few months.

"I'm so happy you're okay," I said, cracking on the last few syllables. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"It's okay," Luke reassured her, tightening his arms around her shoulders and resting his cheek on the top of her head. "It's over. She's gone, and everything is going to be okay."

I knew that was a lie, but I took comfort in his words anyways. I knew nothing would ever be the same again. But, things would get better, and she would get through them with Luke by her side. For me, like was all I needed and ever wanted, and that would be enough for me to move on. It still wasn't over though, not completely. Lorelie said she was working for someone. The only thing was for who? And, why?

"I love you, Luke." We were the only two people at Lorelie's grave, since it was three days after her funeral. It was almost ironic how I was the one to come back to Lorelie's grave. But in the end I still couldn't forget that Lorelie was my best friend, and at times seemed like my sister. It would take time to heal, but it was a bridge I would have to cross.

"I know. I know." Luke whispered, letting the second 'I know' barley reach my ears.

"Even now, in her death, I hate her."

"I think she feels the same way too. Come on let's get out of here. By the way you look pale, and I mean you look pale for a vampire. Which is pretty damn pale. You haven't had anything to drink in a while, have you?" I blushed in embarrassment at the fact that I've been neglecting my urges. He sighed and pulled me by my arm towards his car. Only time could tell. It was the only thing that could fix things, and even if the war still wasn't over I would fight to my last breath with Luke by my side.

Now the only problem I had was this yucky feeling I had in my stomach, and all I could think about was how it all started.

A/N: well this is the prologue. Vote. Comment. You know the usual. I promise not to have so many authors notes. This will probably be the only one.