Before Dawn

One.

Perfection is exactly what I need. And she is ruining it.

"Next tempo, Group B take position!" I command, still glaring at her as she continues making her sloppy mistakes. "One. Two. Jump, Three!" The music takes turn into a faster pace and the cheer-girls jog up to their designated positions, completing their formation on time. The girls at the either ends finish their somersaults perfectly.

I see stressed faces turning into one of relief when they don't hear me yell for any bad timing. The music blares louder reaching its climax and finally finishes with a blast. I stomp my way through the crowd of cheer girls and head straight towards the girl who's face stares back at me looking like as if seen a ghost; With skin pale, eyes wide.

"What do you think you're doing?" I question simply and silence settles among the group. The coach whistles at a distance and loud cheers are heard from the football ground. The girl nervously shrugs. "I-I was just practicing with you all, what else?"

"Or Kyra, you were here because you simply just decided to jeopardize my cheer team. Obviously, you didn't care less about the try outs." I snap, the tips of my fingers stinging mildly. She shakes her head. I hear her heart beat a fraction second faster, in sync with the throbbing of my headache. "No! I'm sorry. That's not my intention but this is my first day-" I raise my left palm, interrupting her mid-sentence.

"Well, fortunately you are not in my team anymore." I force a smile and divert my attention to the rest of the girls who were looking at her with sympathy, only one obvious thought in their minds- 'I know. She's a bitch. Can't be helped.'

The sun has dipped quite a bit, hiding behind the clouds making it much cooler than it was in the beginning of practice. A familiar faint scent distracts my attention toward the dark shadow of a tree. I jerk my head instinctively. For a second I thought there was someone standing there but immediately doubt if I imagined it as there now seemed to be absolutely nothing. Weird.

"Girls, Tomorrow. 4:00 pm. Don't be late or you will be sorry." I remind everyone as usual. Most of them just leave, whereas the kinder ones nod or reply an acknowledgment. I don't blame them even I wouldn't give a crap about the rude, bitchy (and supposedly a werewolf) cheer captain in Greenwood State University.

That's how it should be. I'd love to wave them back or maybe invite them to the nearest cafe like most normal people would do. But that's the problem- Normal just can't be normal to me. And it's of no use pretending. I realize the girl- Kyra, who had been standing here the whole time speechless, finally leaves not before throwing a loud, seethed comment of, "Just what the heck are you?"

Irony.

I chuckle and reply confidently, "Just a Lillian Anderson." She ignores and stomps away in spite. "Bitch." I hear her mumble to herself when we are at a safe distance; according to her that is. I found it extremely cute though.

I start to make my way in the opposite direction, now almost sure that the same scent is somewhere nearby. I make my way to the back of the building, jogging between the brick wall and rusting wire fencing. I grow more impatient and nervous as I follow the scent that's started to grow stronger and stronger. The tension builds up in my chest, my senses reaching a peak because I realize I didn't want to come here in the first place but it's like this strange, almost familiar scent is calling me here; making me want to come here.

Every sound- the rustling of leaves, mild breeze blowing or the screeching of a footwear against the hard ground vibrates in my ears. The tips of my fingers start to burn when the scent becomes the strongest as I jog my way in the corner of the building. The ache in my frontal bone intensifies. Is this even normal?

Suddenly, a force tugs at me and I let out a reflexive deep half-human growl, ready to rip out the throat of whatever that had ambushed me but stop mid claw, his strong hold on my wrist effortlessly fixed at a safer distance away from his smirking, pretty face.

Victor.

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