Moonlight (EDITING)

Chapter One; saying goodbye

EDITED.
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I was six when my parents died.

They were brutally murdered by a cold hearted vampire. At the time, being a six year old in a word surrounded by my parents and the unconditional love I got, my life couldn't get worse. My loving parents had been taken away from me in cold blood and there was no way to get them back.

Of course, I wasn't as alone as I thought it was. I was taken in by my pack, and suddenly things didn't seem so dark and empty. They taught me everything I needed know, and as a kid I easily believed it.

When I turned eleven years old, I questioned just about everything.

Who were these people? Were they crazy? Worse, was I crazy? Or did I just have a crazy overly imagination?

I know it should've been easy for me to believe, being surrounded by it since I was six. But at the time, it wasn't easy for me. It all started to kick in and I began to be more aware of my surroundings. My werewolf parents were murdered by a vampire and I was taken in by the same werewolf pack my mom and dad were in?

Although, it all changed when I was twelve years old. Oh yes, the two digit number that changed my whole life.

It was the day I first transformed. I was terrified, to say the least. It had all come into place and I guess I finally accepted who I was, and who everyone else was. Once again, my pack was there to guide me through everything. I don't know where in the world I'd be without them, or if I'd even be here in the world, and I'll be forever thankful.

But not everyone was as sweet to me.

And this is where Martha comes into place. Oh yes, the gorgeous girl with the long black hair and bangs. She was beautiful and seemed to know it. With both her parents there by her side, she thought she owned the sidewalk she walked on. She was as much of a loner as she was a rude brat.

I have to admit, I've always been jealous she had her parents by her side. Watching her grow, watching her become the spitting image of her beautiful mother. Call me immature, but that's not the reason I hate her. As a matter of fact, there was a time I thought we had maybe become friends. Boy, was I wrong.

But that's a tale for another time.

My name is Elena Baker and I'm sixteen years old.

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"Why do you have to leave?" She asked, crossing her arms and quite possibly trying to kill me with her death glare.

I rolled my eyes as if I haven't told her a thousand times. Well, told her what I can, anyway.

This is Ella, my best friend and probably the best and most down to earth human being I know.

I had known the beautiful blue eyed brunette since fourth grade, and she has never left my side despite the suspicious tales I wold tell her every now and then.

Yeah, I know what you're thinking. I'm not telling her about the pack - and that's an awful friend move on my part. I wasn't trying to be selfish, but it was for the best. I had to be loyal to the pack - and as much as I trusted her, I couldn't risk anything.

"Like I said, my aunt thinks it's best," I explained to her, but she kept looking at me as if I had just killed someone the whole time.

"That, my friend, is what's best," Ella grinned, now facing towards the other direction.

I knew almost instantly what she was referring to. Rick.

Rick was a typical crush of mine. I honestly didn't blame myself. His perfect light brown hair and dazzling brown eyes made my heart skip a beat.

Oh, how I would miss passing him in the halls, even though he never looked towards my direction; it never got old. But now that I'm going to a new school, a school where all of the pack would attend, I knew I'd officially be alone. No Ella, no spending my free time gazing at rick like a creep. Of course I had made a few friends in the pack, but would it be the same without Ella?

"Trust me, I know. But I promise we won't be any less close than we are now."

"Pinky promise?"

I held out my pinky and she did the same, and we proceeded to do the cheesiest but most meaningful pinky promise. "Pinky promise."

She smiled, "I love you, el."

"I love you too," I said, hugging her.

She hugged me back and closed her locker shut.

"See you next period," I waved and walked away.

I pulled out my phone while walking into my next class to text Lillian, someone I had been friends with in the pack for a while. As I've said before, I do have a few friends in the pack. And it's nice. No lies, no complications, just plain out honesty from the second you see each other. She was one of me - she was family.

"I'll be coming next week. Can't wait to see you." I texted.

After a second or two of waiting for a reply from her, my phone dinged. "Okay, love. It'll be great to see you again. Take care!"