Pack Mentality

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Dear Juliet, Art has always found a way to speak to my heart and you've been my favorite

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Dear Juliet,
Art has always found a way to speak to my heart and you've been my favorite




Isaiah picked Juliet to go meet his father. The ride there felt awkward because he didn't talk to her since she came in the car. She played with her thumbs and looked out the window.

"The man you're meeting isn't really our father." He spoke as they stopped at a red light. He grips his hands on the wheel.

"Then what is he?"

"The man who turned us into vampires." They drove into the woods where they lived. "My mother knew him, he turned us into vampires because we were dying. I'm the only one that calls him Erik." Isaiah never liked him. When he was dying, he wanted to die in peace but Erik and his mother took that right from him and made him a vampire. He felt guilty in a way that he did the same to Juliet.

"Your mother?"

"She didn't make it." Once Erik turned Isaiah and Demetri, their mothers bite rejected it, causing her to die. He never forgave Erik for her death. They got out of the car and went into the house. She saw Demetri walk down the stairs and greeted me.

"He's this way." Demetri walked her to a room and She saw the man. Demetri and Isaiah came in. The man stood up and looked at her like he saw me before.

"Natalie?" He whispered and walked up to Juliet. "How?" He put his hands on her cheeks. This got creepy. Why did he say, Natalie?

"Erik, it's Juliet." Isaiah spoke. Erik's hands fell down.

"Sorry you look like someone." He sighed. "So you're a hybrid? Vampire and werewolf?"

"Yes." She looked at him stare in her eyes.

"Hybrids have the ability to shapeshift at any time that they desire, compared to that of a normal Werewolf where they are forced to shapeshift only once a month on a full moon." Lovely.

"What about me controlling the smell of blood?"

"It's up to you." He said.

"Father-" Erik pointed his finger at Demetri.

"You make yourself hear the blood rushing. Have you killed someone?" Killed?

"No." He nodded. "Why?"

"Just don't." He smiled. "I knew a hybrid, she died from being hunted. She was the first hybrid ever."

"The first?" I asked. That's so makes me the second one in history.

"Only four things can kill you. Ripping out your heart, dying from a broken heart, decapitation, being killed by your creators." He looked at Isaiah. "I'm sorry, you look like someone." He couldn't help it.

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