Mated & Blooded

Chapter 1

"Ugg," I felt the covers being ripped off me. It was the first day of my senior year of high school, and Mom was still waking me up by pulling off my covers and tickling me.

"Mom, come on. Stop tickling. I'm awake," I said in a sleepy voice.

"Good thing, cause I was just going to start tickling your tummy, if you didn't wake up soon."

My mother made a habit of making sure to have a lot of physical contact with me. She loved to tickle, hug and give me kisses all the time.

Mom stepped out of the room and I groaned as I got myself out of bed. I wish I could be as happy as my mom. Mom was always so happy; she never wasted a moment or took anything for granted. She always said

"Baby, life is what you make it. You can choose to be happy or sad. I choose happy."

I could never really understand how my mom could be so dang happy. She lost her mate when she was pregnant with me, and had to raise me as a single mother, shunned from the rest of the pack. If not for the vampire blood, she was injected with after the death of my father, we would both be dead. Then again, me being dead would be okay with me, since I am a freak and there is no one else like me. I am a werewolf-vampire hybrid.

I am lonely and alone. I am seventeen years old and have never had a friend, not one. In fact, aside from my mother, I have never had anyone voluntarily touch me, which was really hard given my werewolf side. That side of me wanted to be touched all the time. My wolf is a pack animal, she wants to be wanted and touched. As a pack animal, she only wants what the rest of them want, to be included and loved. That, however, is never going to happen for her. The wolves in our pack really dislike me. Sometimes they abuse me, and most of them refer to me a blood sucking bitch.

The vampire side of me doesn't mind being alone. It's a bit more comfortable without others being around all the time. But even that side of me gets lonely. I remember when I was in middle school, I tried to befriend a few of the vamps, and it didn't work out. They didn't like me anymore than my pack did. In fact, I think more than a few actually came to hate me. When I pass them in school now, they call me a dog and say I stink.

Strange though, because when I look in the mirror, I think I am a very attractive female. I believe, if not for the vampire blood I carry within me, I would have been a very popular she-wolf. I have beautiful, shoulder length, curly, red hair. I have a powerhouse body- five foot seven and one hundred and thirty pounds. I am athletically built with curves in all the right places. Despite being physically attractive, I have never been invited or gone to a party, school dance or on a date. Chances are, aside from my mom I will never have anyone ever touch me. Even doctors avoid flesh to flesh contact with me.

Sometimes when Mom finds me crying alone at night, she tells me I will find my mate or possibly even my blooded. A mate is a werewolf's soul mate. All werewolves have a soul mate; it is the other side of your wolf. The wolves call to each other across great distances so that they can be rejoined to the other half of their soul. Your mate completes you. I'm afraid my mate, if I have one, will reject me. He too will probably not be 'okay' with my vampire side. Sometimes, when I tell mom my mate isn't going to want me, she rubs the back of my head and says,

"Well, who knows, maybe you will be a vampire's blooded." A blooded is a vampire's equivalent of a werewolf's mate. Chances are though, I have neither. I would have been born a normal she-wolf, if my father hadn't been killed by wolves while my mom was still pregnant. He died in her seventh month. Since most mated couples die within months of each other, the pack doctor decided to experiment on my mom.

She had collapse and gone into a coma the moment my father was killed. She'd been taken to the pack hospital to be kept and cared for until her soul passed on. The doctor there, had decided to give her daily injections of vampire blood to see if he could keep her alive long enough to give birth to me. It worked better than he could ever expect. My mother regained consciousness two weeks after my father passed, and instead of withering and dying she got stronger and healthier every day.

I was born two months later as a full term healthy pup, a miracle they said. Before my mother not a single known she-wolf had survived and mothered a pup after her mate had died. The doctor was being heralded as a genius!

Then, things started to go wrong. I didn't react like a normal pup. I developed sensitivity to sunlight. I would welt up if left in the sun for more than ten to fifteen minutes. I couldn't keep enough food down and I wasn't gaining weight. My mom and the doctors tried everything. My fangs emerged just fourteen days after birth, instead of nursing like a normal pup I had struck at my mother's breast with my fangs and had drank her blood. It was then they discovered their error.

By treating my mother with Vampire blood while I was still in the womb they had created a monster. I was part vampire and required fresh blood on a regular basis to survive. In addition to my fangs, sensitivity to light, and need for blood, I eventually also grew the elongated ears of the vampires. In fact, if not for my beating heart and warm blood, one could say I visually looked more like a vampire than my full blooded werewolf parents.

Mom didn't care. She too was somehow changed by the vampire blood. She didn't need blood to survive, but she also needed very little food, and always found the good side of everything. Oh, well... Time to shower and go get the education my mom insists I have.

I was pushed twice, had my books knocked out of my hand, and I swear that dick put his foot out on purpose so I fell down the stairs, and I have only been in school for an hour. This is not going to be a good day.

I know they hate me but do they need to torture me? Maybe mom would let me switch to night school for my senior year. I know from experience the humans and vamps don't like me any better but at least they keep to themselves. I just don't think I am going to be able to take much more of this being pushed around. In fact, the next time it happens I might just snap!

Just as I had that thought, I could hear two males wolves behind me making nasty comments about my smell and my ears.

"Do you think it is that freak hybrid?" one of them said,

"Must be" said the other.

They continued to talk nasty about me. Knowing full well I could hear every comment they made. Suddenly, shouts erupted behind me and some started shouting freak I sensed it before I felt the shove, but there wasn't going to be enough time; I was going down another flight of stairs face first.

It happened too quickly for me to even protect myself. More than one set of strong hands shoved me from behind. I felt myself being propelled into the air, and struck my head on the wall before collapsing onto the stairwell. No one stopped. They stepped on me or over me and just continued to head to their next class.

Most of them snickered and made comments as they stepped. Then something changed. I felt an electric pulse thickening in the air. Suddenly in front of my eyes was the most gorgeous male I had ever seen. He must be new I thought to myself. If I had ever seen him before I would know it.

He had the most beautiful bright blue eyes, his dark brown hair was cropped short and he had an amazing smile. I watched as he reached his hand out towards me. In that moment I realized he was actually going to touch me. He must not know what I am. Just before he made contact with my hand, I found my voice and screeched

"Don't touch me, don't you know who... I mean what I am?"

I didn't want to ruin his chances of being fully accepted into the pack. Touching me, hell just talking to me was going to make things harder on him then they needed to be. He looked at me with his head tilted slightly to the side. Grinned even wider

"My mate." he said, simply and lifted me into his arms.