I stand hesitantly in front of the full body mirror in my room and judge the dress that I've just put on. Worry lines appear on my fore head as I stare at the way the red summer dress floats on my body like clouds. This is my first party in 2 years, mainly because I've been studying my ass off in University. I sigh deeply.
"You look beautiful Ali, don't worry about it." I feel Nate's big arm slide around my belly and he stands behind me as we look at each other. Now I look better. Nate has always been the hot guy, everywhere. His blue eyes scan that length of my body, I watch him do that and feel a pang of jealousy in the pit of my stomach.
Why is he so.......Celestial?
He has a nice traditional tux suit on and a little napkin in his breast pocket that matches the colour of my dress. He has a nicely trimmed beard and a high fade Quiff that he rocks (I gave him that style choice) in his dark brown hair. He is that sort of guy that qualifies as a fuckboy....but I don't know what he is. He's good at his sports, money, looks, grades and girls. He's an all in one package. He traces his jawline still staring at me with those intense, ethereal blue eyes.
My eyes drift back to me in the dress. My hair is.....messy to my taste, but most people call it 'extreme beach waves'. I have tanned skin an brown eyes, I am and island girl and come from one of the islands in the pacific oceans. I am nothing compared to the girls Nate hangs out with. He bought the dress for me, he buys a lot of things for me. I wonder why.....
"C'mon princess, or we're going be late. The city is far away and we need to start driving now." I nod at him and he makes his way out of my room. I scan myself one last time and put on some red rose earrings and other red jewellery.
I hope this goes well, not like the last party...
I walk out of my room and see Nate sitting on one of the chairs in the dining room, lacing up his shoes. As I scan him once again, for flaws this time, I see a red pair of stiletto heels next to him on the ground. They're not mine.
"Did you buy them?" I ask, still staring at the shiny heels.
"Of course I did, I bought a whole outfit for you." At that he stood up and towered over me, holding the heels in one hand and my waist in another. He stares at me in awe, then hold up a little dagger in front of my face.
" I heard there would be wolves there, better be prepared." He placed the dagger in my hand and I stare at it, still and cool at the touch, made of pure silver.
I am a hunter, of all paranormal things, but werewolves are the main problem. I've never met one in my life but I've heard nasty things about them. My great-great grandfather died from werewolves, or so I've heard. The story changes all the time. Sometimes it has a lone wolf, two, sometimes three. Sometimes it's a beta or two betas, an alpha or a beta. But at least I know the basis of the story.
I look to the shoes and grab it, wondering what else might happen in this party that we are going to attend. Nate and I have been friends for almost 15 years, I met him when I was 6 at a carnival. Our family's are hunters and have been for many generations. We are apart of different lines of hunters but we work together to decimate the number of beasts out there. I haven't killed one yet, and I hope I never do. I hate that.
I exit my thoughts and catch a glimpse of Nate's signature tattoo creeping out his collar line. You know that movie Divergent, from way back, he has Tobias's tattoo but it curls around his body in lines and he has his family crescent on his back. His tribe of hunters gave him that tattoo. His family crescent is a red eagle with is wings reaching his shoulders and a sword held in one of its claws.
My tribe gave us a scaring ritual when we were fit to do it. Nate wanted to do the scaring ritual, to show the alliance between the two familiesWe were at his 16th birthday and he didn't scream once, he just kept looking into my worrisome eyes.
I got a tattoo instead of a scaring ritual, since I'm a girl. I got a black feather with a red tip and my surname at the bottom in cursive. My family crescent is a type of Eagle goddess that patrols around the world called the Turukawa, in her hand was a Sali (a Fijian war club) and she had fire laced feathers. She is a mighty goddess of all Fijians, I was born at her resting place and it seemed like the spirit of the god enveloped me in her arms. I do not remember any of this, but the crowds of people saw what happened and they would always tell me. I also had gotten wings on both of my ankles, gold lacing the edges of every feather, as a symbol from my family, of heavenly grace.
I think I am far from heavenly.
I notice Nate putting a pistol into is ankle strap. He catches my eye with his intense ones. Emotion swirls in his irises like a storm in the middle of the ocean. Then he completely changes into a look of endearment and awe. I hate how he can change his mood so quickly, what do I expect, he is trained to do that anyways.
He steps off of the chair and pushes it into its place, he walks towards me and smiles down at me. His scent is intense, a mix of Gucci Guilty and slight perspiration. I smiled back, a wave of serenity flowing through my veins. My thoughts then cease to exist, all I hear is the beating of my heart in my eardrums.
"Lets go." He ripped his lingering gaze from me and started walking to the front door of my house. That is when I realised that there was a full duffle bag clutched in his right hand, and with every step he took, the metal inside would clink. Immediately knew that this wasn't going to be any old party like we used to go to before we were introduced to this fully.
I take in a deep breath to calm my jolting nerves as I start to follow behind him to his car parked outside, a deep red Maserati. I sit in the car in my seat and buckle up, the dagger still held in my hand.
If only I had a normal life.
