...what am I?...

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I see him. Or who I think he is...my father. What is he doing? Because of my curiosity, I start to walk closer to him. And I see that he is with...a woman...but she...is covered in hair...like a dog...but she is bigger then your average dog...is she...wait,no...she can't be...a-a-a wearwolf?!...but,my dad...has blood...all around his mouth...and the woman transed formed back into a human...and she looks like...my mom!?...but with a mark that looks like she was bitten by something...or...someONE...so my dad looks- no IS a vampire...and my mom is a wearwolf!?!

My dream ends and I see the pitch, black darkness of my eyelids and I wake up, panting and sweat dripping down my face. I am trying go wrap my head around what just fricking happened. And for 5 minutes I just there thinking if my dream could be true. But just then...
                    
                         *sniff*sniff*

I pick up a faint smell of bacon. And I wake up as if I arose from the dead...I pick out my phone and check on the time, it's 9:00 a.m. but there is something on my phone. And take my phone off the charger and I see that there is a note taped to my screen.
 
I will be waiting for you today, by the lake and 10:00 p.m. , to see if you are, my sweet mate. And look out for your package dear.
                  - Alexander Shadow

"Alexander Shadow? Who is that. And what does he mean by 'mate' "I rip off this note and throw it in the mini trash bin beside my bed.

"Crystal! Your breakfast is ready!"    Esmeralda, my mom, shouts from the kitchen.

"I'm coming, mom!" I shout back, to make sure she hears me. So I try to compose the strength to get out of my queen sized bed. I grab my phone and put on my slippers. I turn off my fan and stand up to stretch my body. I walk up to my door and turn the knob and open the door. And walk out into the hallway and down the stairs to head to the kitchen.
I see my mom and wish her a good morning. And we are about to start to eat our breakfast when I hear...

"Oh sweetheart, I forgot to tell you a package came and it says it's addressed to you." She says.

                          *Flashback*

- And look out for your package dear-

                    *End of flashback*

"A package? Does it say who it's from?..."I saw with a little fear in my voice.

"Um...let me check...."

The silcence was killing me and I watched my mom search for the tag.

"Oh it's says it's from someone called Alexander Shadow. I figured it was one of your friends so I took it in."

OMG...who ever this Alexander Shadow person is, they know where I live...and I feel as if I'm being stalked and...

"Ok mom, thanks for letting me know." I say as I finish up my breakfast and take the package from the table top to my hands, then up to my room. I get to my room and open the package on my bed. And I see a beautiful, black to purple ombre strapless lace dress and some black high heels. Then as I pick up the dress to see it in all it's glory a note falls on to the floor.

- I see you have received my package. And when we meet today, I hope to see you in this dress. See you tonight-
                   - Alexander Shadow

I take a second to recompose myself  and I lay on my bed. I want to meet Alexander Shadow, but what if...he is...you know what I'm just going to go and see who he is.

                      * 5 Hours Later *

Now it's 2:00 p.m.(in the after noon) and I took a nice power nap and decided to work out for a bit. So walk down stairs into the kitchen to grab myself a nice cold bottle of water. And I see a scrapbook. And there is a picture of my mom and dad on there wedding day, but...in 1745?! There is no way. I flip there the pages a bit more and the more I flip pages the more I am convinced that my parents...are mythical creatures.

A/N - In this story, my Wearwolves don't age.Nither do my Vampires, I know that in some other stories there wearwolves age. Mine don't. -

       *Flashback to 7 yr old Crystal*

"Honey, I'm so sorry." My mom says as she pushes hair out of my face, trying to hold back many tears.

"Mom. Where is dad?" I say, trying go comfort my mom when I can see that she is hurting.

"He-he...is no longer with us. While he was driving home from work today. His car slid off the road and into the lake. And the coast guards got his car out the lake, but the windows were all cracked and the air bags went off and...he was knocked out...and because he was knocked out...he couldn't breathe and then ran out of air..." Mom says.

"So...is...dad dead...?" I say as I just break down crying. She nodded her head. We signed there in silence just crying in each other's embrace.

                   *End of Flashback*

I can't even think straight.

                     * 7 hours later *

It's now 9:00 p.m.(at night) I went into my room and I see the dress. And I completely forgot about the unplanned meeting I had with Alexander Shadow by the lake. And because of what just happened I needed a HUGE distraction from what had just happened. So I decide to go meet Alexander. I know for a fact that this will be a long process so I put my phone on the charger, just in case. Then I take a shower and wash my hair. After that I do my hair. First I comb out my tangled mess called hair and then blow dry it, after that long, long process.I decide to curl it. I put the curls in then put on the dress. It is truly the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, then the shoes which where also so beautiful. And I put a towel around my shoulders to cover the dress, trying not to ruin the dress. And I do a pretty natural look with a slight bit of darkness. And then after I finish my make-up  I take off the towel and then take out the curls in my hair I grab a jacket just in case it gets cold. Everything is ready and I grab my phone and then take it of the charger and grab my keys. I call a Uber and head off towards the lake to meet Mr. Alexander Shadow.

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 24, 2019 ⏰

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