"Mom, why did we have to move again?" I whined.
"Oh, sweetie, come on! It'll be fun, promise!"
Really? How can she think this is going to be fun? I hate moving from one place to another. I constantly have to go from this place to that place just because of dad's stupid job!
I buried myself in my thoughts and started moving my things to my room. Too bad it was a two-story and dad was already at work. Now I have to carry everything myself. I just ignored it. I need to stop sulking! I'm nearly seventeen years old, I can do this!
Going up steep stairs is kind of hard in skinny jeans. Especially when there are a bunch of windows and you're wearing mostly black.
I stuck my in earbuds in to listen to my iPod and started unpacking. I worked all day and I still wasn't done but I was close. All I had to do was get some bathroom stuff and then put a sheet and blanket on my bed.
I was far too exhausted. I just sprawled myself out my bed and fell fast asleep.
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Once I woke up, I sat up and swung my legs over the edge of my bed. "Dear God.." I held my forehead, squeezing my eyes shut.
"Are you all right," a voice asked.
"Yes, I'm fine, I just -- Wait, who said that?"
"Down here."
I looked down and sure enough, I find someone's head popping out from under my bed. I screamed. He was magnificently handsome with his jet black hair and his ivory skin was almost glistening. His pupils were bigger than anyone's I'd ever seen. You could barely tell they were a pretty blue. He smiled and my heart skipped a beat. It started racing when I saw he had fangs.
I really hope they're fake..
"Uhm. . . ." I scooted to the corner of my bed. I didn't see him move but he seemed to materialize at the edge of my bed, I screamed again.
This guy -- he was handsome as well with his copper skin, chesnut brown hair and green-yellow eyes -- came out of my closet! "What are you doing to here, blood-sucker?! Are you trying to seduce her?!"
"No, of course not, you stinking animal."
Someone opened the door to my bathroom. He had strawberry blond hair, brown eyes and somewhat tanned skin. "Why is there so much yelling? Goddess, what're your guys' problems? Ugh. . . . Obviously there's a lady right over there quite confused and scared that has absolutely no idea what's going on so just grow up and put your differences aside, understood?"
I heard them murmur stuff about how witches are "always so smart" or so "logical". I was utterly lost.
"Uhm. . . . Wha -- What's going on?"
"Hello. I'm Vladimir Valiant, Prince of Vampires," said the one from under my bed proudly.
"Hey, I'm Lyle Loyals," -- the "vampire" smirked at him stating his last name --, "Prince of Lycans." That was the one from my closet.
"Uhm . . . Hi. I -- I'm William Waters. I'm the prince of the, err, Witches." Awwh . . . the one from my bathroom was all shy. That's adorable! Wait! Just because they're good-looking does not mean they aren't creepers!
"Is this a joke? This is a joke. Or you guys are insane or something, I don't know." Why hasn't my mom come yet?!
I jumped up and started going for the door but before I could even get off my bed, I ran right into Vladimir. My face hit his stone-hard chest so I pratically bounced backwards and fell back on my bed while he didn't move at all.
From the corner of my eye, I saw William crack his fingers and waving them around a little, he murmured some weird words and then I saw the door lock.
"I -- I. . . . uhm, why are you guy even here?"
"Well, uhm.. Tell her guys.." Wow, William was pretty adorable with his shyness.
Lyle was about to speak but Vladimir cut him off. "You, Luna Victoria Walton, are a princess."
"Nu-huh! My family isn't royal! And Walton isn't my last name. It's Anderson."
"You're adopted," said Lyle. "Haven't you ever wondered why you're the only one with shining black hair and emerald green eyes with skin that is a little bit darker while everyone else has that golden blond hair and pale blue eyes with a light complexion with some freckles?"
"Well. . . . My dad has BROWN hair and blue eyes and. . . . uhm. . . . he said I look more like my grandmother."
"Here's a picture of your grandmother and grandfather." William finally didn't stutter! Go him!
He pulled a picture of my grandparents when they were younger. It was in black and white so I couldn't be completely sure. As if reading my mind, he mumbled some words and suddenly the picture was not only colored but they were moving.
The girl has brown eyes and brown hair while the man had dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes. "B -- But. . . . they lied! How could they do that?!"
"I know it's hard to take in but you'll just have to deal."
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