Chapter 1

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I was 9 when I first caught sight of her. Blonde hair framing her face, icy blue eyes and smooth pale skin with small freckles that would shower the bridge of her nose.

She was my first taste of love

As a 9 year old, love meant that you avoided them at all costs and when you were around them you would scream "GIRL COOTIES!!!" as loud as you possibly could.

So that is exactly what I did.

My attempts to get her to notice me went ignored and an hour later word got around that Billy from 4th grade was found digging holes in the sand pit with her.

When the lunch break ended however, Billy waved goodbye to her and walked off to his classroom. As Billy walked away from her I walked Towards her, I bent down near her face, I was so close that I could see every single freckle on her dainty nose and as she was about to walk away I smacked a loud (probably slobbery) kiss onto her cheek. She shoved me away as she ran to catch up with her friends who were playing hopscotch, she didn't even glance back

Despite being given the cold shoulder by her I was lying on the ground with sand grains stuck on my face and between my teeth somehow full of happiness, because I Marcus Rigby, had kissed the most beautiful girl in 3rd grade.

During reading groups I watched her with awe and I felt a feeling inside me that was like a warm, cosy heat making it's way through my body.

When I looked at her. It felt like home.

We grew closer when our teacher made us partners for class work, I used the extra time together to talk to her and pretty soon she realised that she liked hanging out with me.

Years later, we found ourselves graduating from high school and about to enter college. She had just gotten more gorgeous (though even if she hadn't I still would've thought she had) her hair still shone a golden blonde and she loved to wear flowers braided into her hair like a tiara, her skin was still as smooth but the freckles I had always adored were covered up by unnecessary makeup and her eyes stayed as clear and blue as they were 7 years ago.

She was the queen bee of our high school. She was popular, smart, open to everyone and most importantly- she never ran out of love to give to those who were needy.

I fell more in love with her everyday and my heart was constantly yearning for her, by now I had figured out the reason for that warm heat I first felt in 3rd grade but it was forbidden to tell anyone. All I could do was wait for her to become devoted to me just as I was to her.

Once again years flew by and now we new graduates with our degrees ready to face the world and seek jobs, start family's and conquer our dreams.

She was convinced her calling was to help educate children in 3rd world countries (an example of her never ending love) but she felt it was "unfair" to make me follow her around the world as she lived out her purpose in life and I don't live out mine. I laughed and assured her my purpose was to stay with her but somehow 2 months later I found myself waving her goodbye at the airport terminal.

3 years... 3 years I had been waiting for her return. I had never expected that when I saw her next she would be happily engaged to a teacher called Thomas whom she met in New Guinness who "aimed for the same goal" as she did.
I was livid, I was sad, I was every emotion in the world
Except happy

They married in spring, when the blossoms bloomed, they were always her favourite things during spring. She wore a crown of flowers through her hair and smiled at me as I walked her down the isle. My heart was shattering but I had asked her the night before what love meant to her. She has answered with a smile and whispered softly
"Thomas is what love means to me..."
I knew then and there that I had lost.

So I locked my feelings away in a box and tucked it right to the back of my heart.

And I smiled back at her.

That night, the joyful couple had gone to do whatever newlyweds do on their special night (A/N *wink* *wink*)
And as I stared outside my window into the dark night I held a picture of her I my left hand and with my right hand.

I pulled the trigger.


That was my first life

I was reborn again and again

In every life I was still a werewolf searching for his mate

In every life I always died

And in every life I always let her slip out of my grasp

Her name was Alisha

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