My Super Depressing Story About How I Became The First One

Chapter Nine

I woke to a warm kiss of the morning sun that was streaming in through the stained glass window on my face. It was the day of the funeral. It had been four days since the death of my best friend. Cain had been right, the police still hadn't found any links to the murder. They said that they had combed through everything with a fine sieve, but they still had no leads.

It was too soon to close the case, but I wasn't holding my breath. Cain on the other hand, had been doing his own investigating. He heard some whispers amongst the supernaturals that the vampires were looking for a witch, just like he had predicted.

I had expected myself to be scared, but I wasn't, much. The closer they got to me, the closer I would be to finding the one who killed Andy. I just hoped I would get a chance to avenge her, before getting killed myself. Which seemed more of a possibility than anything else.

Cain had insisted on training me in hand on hand combat and gun skills with Frost. He thought the skills would at least help keep me alive. We had planned to get started after the wake. It was something I could look forward too.

I found it easier to move on and keep myself busy rather than sit and think about the loss of Andy. With the training I would have something else to think about, to focus on. My revenge.

Cain didn't think it was a good idea to go after the vampires. He tried explaining to me that they were dangerous. He referred them to old school gangsters, but a shit load scarier. But that wasn't going to scare me. I have lost enough in my life, to not really give a shit what happens to me. It isn't selfish, because there is no one left to care.

So the training was Cain's compromise, and that I had to bring Frost and himself with me when the time came. Meaning that I wasn't allowed to go lone ranger on them. I agreed after some resistance. But I didn't want anything to happen to them for my own selfish gain. So when the time came, they wouldn't know.

I stretched, arching my back, before swinging my legs over the sides of the tall bed. The funeral was in the old village where Andy and I had grown up in. It had been almost 5 years since I had been back there. The last time was the death of my adoptive mother, Karen.

On that somber thought, it was time for me to get ready for the long day ahead. I chose my little black pencil dress, with a slim red belt at the waist. It was Andy's favorite.

After an hour of siting at the vanity staring into the mirror, I decided to wear my hair in a long braid to the side. It would prevent me from getting "hair in mouth" syndrome, whilst we are outside at the cemetery.

I applied a little base and blush to give my pale cheeks a rosy flush. I was blessed with pasty skin that only went pink when I tried tanning. It would then clash with my reddish hair, which wasn't a good look. So I stayed pasty. Though I didn't mind the look on me. Let's just say, I rocked it.

After playing up the mascara, I added my favorite bright red lipstick to match my belt and newly painted nails. Black and red? The colour scheme of the room must be rubbing of on me.

I was sitting on the bed buckling up my black peep toe heels, when I heard a soft knock on the door. I looked up to see Cain standing in the doorway. He was dressed in a black suit with red silk lining. He wore a black button up dress shirt underneath, with tidy black dress slacks. His curly blonde hair was tied back into a loose ponytail and his handsome face was clean shaven.

He flashed me that cheeky boyish grin. "We match," he said.

"That we do," I said, smiling back at him as I stood, straightening out my dress.

"Are you ready to leave?" he asked.

"As ready as I will ever be," I said. The thought of saying my last goodbyes to Andy made my stomach turn. I didn't know how well I would handle it. I was thankful for waterproof mascara.

I didn't cry. Not much. I didn't cry in sad movies or when I accidently hurt myself. I reserved my tears for the ones I lost, and that was enough to last me a lifetime.

I slung my little black clutch bag over my shoulder as I walked towards the door. Cain looked at me, his eyes serious again. I still couldn't understand how he pulled off that cheeky grin, when his eyes look so serious. But it looked so natural on his face. Both looks did. "I am truly grateful that you asked me to come with you today," he said.

I looked up at him. "You are the only person I have left, and I couldn't bare going by myself," I said and I meant it. He was all that I had now. It was sad to think so, but it was true. I didn't have any work mates. I worked as a retail clerk in-between my studies, and so far, they have all been closed off, bitchy girls. And I wouldn't really call Abby a friend. No, Cain was closer to me, in the five days of knowing him, than anyone I have known for years. Andy was my true and only friend.

It also made me scared for Cain. If I was truly cursed, then wouldn't he be next? Maybe I had to be closer to him. Everyone that I have lost has been someone that I have loved. And I didn't love Cain. And maybe I may not ever love Cain. Or maybe I was over thinking things. Again.

I followed Cain down the stairs. I couldn't help but notice how well the dress slacks hugged his tight butt. I focused hard on looking at my shoes as I stepped down the stairs, into the foyer. The last thing I want, was to be caught by Cain, staring at his behind.

We walked to the car where Flynn was standing. Flynn was another one of the guards. He was about as plain as you could get for good looking werewolves. He had mouse brown hair, cropped shorter at the sides and slightly styled on the top. His striking green eyes, were his best feature on his plain face. He was also clean shaven, like Frost.

I noticed that all the werewolves that I have met, have stunning eyes. Cain had plainly said that it was a werewolf thing. And that seemed to be his answer for everything.

Flynn nodded to me as I walked down the large steps outside the manor. "Hello Flynn," I said smiling at him.

"Hello Miss Jacobs," he said. I had tried to convince him to call me Savannah, or Varnie. I had decided that they could all call me Varnie, since I would be staying there for a while. Cain stills calls me Savannah, but everyone else took to my nickname rather quickly. Except Flynn, who still insisted on calling me Miss Jacobs. I just let him be. I didn't really mind. It gave me the feeling of importance, even though, he probably had more of a say than me.

He opened the car door for me. "Thank you," I said, as I slid onto the leather of the front seat. He nodded at me and closed the door. A man of few words.

Cain, who was already in the car, started the engine. He looked over to me, "Are you ready for this," he asked.

I sighed, "Let's do it." I don't think I would ever be prepared for the day ahead. Was best to get over and done with, like ripping of a band aid. A gut-wrenching, heart-breaking bastard of a band aid.

He smiled at me as he put the car into gear.

I looked out the window, watching the hills and country side pass by. The village was about an hour drive from Cain's manor. It wasn't much of a drive to the small village from London, but I never did feel the need to go back there.