My Super Depressing Story About How I Became The First One

Chapter Three

I woke to the sound of street noise. It's 10:30am. I sat up to find that I was on top of my covers, still fully clothed from the night before. I ran my fingers through the messy tangles of my long dark auburn hair, wondering why I wasn't in my pajamas. I then remembered the events of the previous night. Crap, I have a lunch "date" with a werewolf and his pet psychic.

"I best get ready," I mumbled to myself as I swung my stiff legs over the side of my, French style, four poster bed and slowly shuffled my way out of my room to the bathroom. My legs ached from the running in heels last night. I definitely need to start stretching.

The bathroom was situated next to my room. The apartment was set with a hallway at one end where the bathroom and the two bedrooms were. The rest of the living area was at the other end. It was an open plan living area which meant it was pretty much one large room with the kitchen to one side of it. Just how I like it, because unlike most apartments you find in central London, it was large, with a lot of natural sunlight.

Thanks to Andy's rich daddy, we didn't have to pay a shit load of money for it either. He had brought it for Andy when she started her modeling career in the city. She and I had been best friends since the beginning of high school, so when I got into university in the city, Andy followed me so that we could still be closer together. After the loss of my family, I moved in to live with Andy, so she could look after me. I would always cherish my friendship with her and the things she has done. She was like the sister I never had, as cliché as that sounded.

I sat on the edge of the bath and waited for the shower to heat up. How was I going to explain to my best friend about Cain when she woke and started demanding answers? I couldn't lie to her. I thought about ways to avoid it as I tested the temperature of the water. But there was no way avoid it, how the hell was I going to make her believe me? I could always just tell her that we were meeting for a coffee. That could be the truth if we got a coffee on the way. That way it would buy me some time to hold off telling her the whole supernatural thing until I find out more than what I don't know.

I took of my clothes and stepped under the steaming hot water of the shower. The powerful stream of water hit the back of my neck as I closed my eyes, going to my happy place. Sometimes when I focused on the water it was almost as if I could slow down time. I could feel every individual bead break on my skin in slow motion. It was as if the world didn't exist. Only I and the soft sound that always reminded me of summer rain.

After I toweled off and dressed myself in a blue chiffon button up summer dress. The colour of the dress reminded me of Cain's eyes. Maybe I shouldn't wear it, but then I wouldn't have anything to match my blue canvas wedges I wanted to wear. I had decided that I was over thinking things, as usual and I don't have enough time to change my entire outfit anyway.

I didn't blow dry my hair. I was blessed with smooth wavy hair, the colour of red velvet cupcakes. In the sun my hair was kissed with gold and copper. There was one thing I wouldn't be modest about and that was my hair. It looked great.

I only ever wore light natural make up. A little blush, gloss and mascara. Though I do play on the mascara a little more because of my long eyelashes and I like the way mascara made my big copper eyes pop.

My strange copper eyes were speckled with gold flecks. They matched the highlights in my hair perfectly. I always knew that they were different. It was what Damon found most intriguing about me. But the kids at school didn't except them so easily. They would say that I was a freak and that the devil was in my eyes. My adopted mother, Karen, use to sit me on her lap and say to me that they were jealous and that "An angel cannot have eyes of the devil and I will always love you for who you are." After that I never really gave a crap. They were special and to me they were just my eyes.