Twerk for me Alpha!

Chapter 24

Allison's P.O.V

I was asleep in bed at one o' clock in the afternoon because sleep is life and naps are something teens need regularly.

I was so not in the mood for getting up but I had to pee and I promised mom I wouldn't pee in this bed (Long story, don't get me started!) if I wasn't going to clean it afterwards.

Making my way (downtown lol) to the bathroom, I heard the glass crash below me. I didn't know who was home so I just yelled, "Wasn't me!", and a tired voice sounded at my finish, "Was me! Ouch fudging cat genitalia sniffing butt sniffer!"

I finished my business to see who broke into my house.

Grabbing the scythe my mom keeps next to the toilet, I flushed and started on my way downstairs, deadly scythe in tow. The scythe was adjustable, both the pole and the blade, it could be as long as 7 feet tall with a blade that's 2 feet long or as small as half a foot with a two inch long blade. Basically my mom can shop weaponry like a boss.

"Who in Sharkeisha's name broke into my house?! I will cut a burglar! You better leave my chipotle and Starbucks alone!" I yelled as I calmly walked downstairs. I figured I had to say something so one, they know I'm crazy and two, I really don't want them touching my food. I walked immediately to my living room and saw broken glass on the ground. Upon further inspection, I noticed blood and black hair on the floor. Scenting the air, I couldn't identify a scent and my metaphorical hackles rose. The blood made a trail across the wooden floor and led into the kitchen.

I slowly walked towards the kitchen, my body preparing itself for a face off. I streched the scythe to an appropriate length and hummed a slow tune to mask my presence as I moved, my steps silent as an extra precaution incase the intruder was more prepared than I believed. I reached the kitchen and heard a heart beating strongly and smelled fresh blood. Controlling my instinct to rip and tear apart the intruder (because I haven't had breakfast yet and I was hungry) I put my back against the wall of kitchen's door.

Using the deadly silver blade as a mirror, I viewed the kitchen from several angles. I saw a slim body, pale flawless skin, black long hair, and a small scar at this beings' back. Angling the blade just so I can see the evil eating MY FOOD, and saw the face of a supposed friend.

"Emily!!!!!!!!!!"

AUTHOR'S NOTE- Sorry for the extremely (wow, four months) late update. I'm not going to make excuses but I haven't abandoned this story just forgot about, procrastinated on it, started it, deleted it (the chapter not the story), and it really didn't seem like a priority.

So if you are reading this, thanks. And byeeeeeee.