Let's Paint the Roses Red

Call Me Red

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"Eleanor!" Michael bellowed from the other side of the mansion like building we referred to as 'home'. I would have heard him if he'd simply raised his voice, but no, he had to let everybody know he existed. Plus I hated it when people called me that. Eleanor. I growled.

"I'm coming, your highness!" I shouted back just as loudly.

He didn't reply. I smirked.

I threw my book high into the air, watching it arc gracefully into my bedside draw.

"Yeeess" I hissed. I got down from the window seat and stretched, my joints popping loudly.

I shrugged on a checked shirt and shorts, mumbling "Coming, coming" under my breath.

I slipped out of my bedroom and flitted down the breezy, creaky corridor. I swung dramatically into Mariella's room on the way to the great hall, jazz hands and everything. It was empty. Ok, maybe I really was late.

Within seconds I was at the hall and pushed the great mahogany door open with my pinky finger.

"How nice of you to join us Eleanor" Michael smiled sarcastically.

"My pleasure" I smiled innocently back, slamming the door behind me. He shook his head and growled under his breath.

I jumped onto one of the large padded chairs beside Mariella, my long legs dangling over the edge.

"Hi Red" she smiled.

Finally, not Eleanor. My friends called me Red because my hairs red, really, really, unnaturally red.

"Hey" I replied. She smiled again and turned away to face Michael, who had been talking, but I'd been ignoring.

I studied my hair whilst he rambled on just like every week. It was mostly scarlett, but streaked with dark orange, brown, red and the occasional purple. It was interesting and I liked it.

"Eleanor" Michael said.

Ignored.

"Eleanor"

Ignored.

"Eleanor" he growled this time.

Jeez, but still ignored.

"Eleanor"

I refused to reply to that name.

He sighed, then gritted his teeth. "Red"

"Hmm?" I said looking up. I smiled.

"Did you even listen to a word I just said?" Michael asked sounding exasperated.

"Of course" I said innocently, batting my eyelashes. That was a no.

"Why do you never listen to me?" He growled.

"Umm, because you're not in charge, and everything you say is boring" I replied honestly.

The room silenced, everyone was staring.

His snarl was loud and aggressive this time. His body actually shook, I was impressed, he didn't usually get himself this fired up. When you've been alive as long as I have, days become really long and to be honest, quite boring. I decided to have some fun.

"You can't speak to me like that" he growled at me again.

"In actual fact" I grinned, "I should be in charge, so I can. Jonathon always preferred me"

"Well Jonathon's not here right now and he's not coming back. He knew nothing" Michael snarled.

That hurt. A lot. Jonathon, somewhat of a father figure to me had disappeared several months ago, we assumed he'd been killed.

"I don't have time for this" I spat at him, seething. Jade put out a hand to grab my wrist, but I was already up.

I span on my heel and headed for the door. I wanted to hurt him; to shout at him till he cowered in the corner like the child he was, but I wasn't going to waste my time on him. I clenched my fists and carried on walking.

"Don't you go anywhere" Michael's voice growled behind me, I felt him grab my arm.

I snarled and span to face him. My whole body was shaking with rage. To be honest, I'd had enough of Mr. Bossy and him talking about Jonathon that way had just pushed me, fuming, over the edge.

"Scared?" He smirked.

The tiny string that was holding my temper back, stretched thin, snapped.

That little flame of annoyance and anger consumed me and I growled a growl that made the others in the room get up and step back. Mariella didn't know where to stand, by me, or out of harms way. She chose the sensible option and backed off, she knew I was the strongest fighter of the pack. I didn't need other people to fight my battles for me, even my best friends. With noises like shoulders dislocating, I let the anger turn me, its power blocking out the pain of shifting. My bones popped and my skin rippled. I gave in, relishing in the release.

A huge wolf towered over Michael; it's black eyes glimmering with hatred and fury. It's fur glossy, red like fire. The red wolf trembled, breath hot on Michael's face. Ears twitching and it's claws screeching on the floor as it flexed.

My lips pulled back in a snarl, bearing the rows and rows of razor sharp teeth. I leapt towards Michael. My anger, my claws, just desperate to slice through his skin. He shifted himself before I had a chance. His was wolf plain and grey. The others hung back, understanding they shouldn't interfere. I threw him to the floor and we struggled, all claws and teeth and fire. He leapt at me and I batted him easily away, my temper fuelling my strength. Michael thumped against the wall before shaking his head and trying again. I clawed his face and he nipped my stomach. I threw him down and he bit my snout. We were both fighting, but nobody was winning. Then I saw my chance. He looked away from me, his opposition, for a split second and I pounced. I collided with him and knocked him down, we skidded across the floor growling.

Pressing my claws into his barrel chest, I leant down, ready to bite his throat.

Inches away. His eyes bewildered. Our hearts racing.

I opened my jaws ready to bite.

The doors opened suddenly swung open, familiar footsteps padding on the floorboards. We froze.

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