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Broken Dreams

Summary:
Noelani Clearwater knows what it's like to have a vampire for a mom. She knows what it's like to have a werewolf for a dad too. She's a hybrid, half werewolf and half vampire. There's a new vampire in town and he's different from most vampires. It's not just his thirst for Noelani's blood (blood that no other vampire has ever thirsted for seeing as it's werewolf blood with vampire venom) there's something else. Maybe it's his strange silver eyes or rare power. He's a dream walker and he's walking all over Noelani's dreams. Noelani has to make the two opposite parts of her become one. Two parts that aren't meant to go together. On top of that she now has to figure out what this new vampire is really all about. You might be a bit confused if you have not read Broken Love and Broken Souls. This is the third story in the Broken series.


Notes:
I do not own all that stuff that Stephenie Meyer owns. You should know what that stuff is. I did make up Noelani, her mother, her friends, some of the werewolves imprints, and all of the werewolves kids. Enjoy the story!


4. Chapter 4: The Monster

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Chapter 4: The Monster

I gave a nervous giggle when I realized I’d nearly had a heart attack over my cat. Goldie was a vampire cat. My mom bit her for me ten years ago. The cat was starved and drowning when she found him. My mom saved it from leaving this world by giving it a single bite. Animals apparently go through the transformation quicker then humans because the next day she was the healthiest, most gorgeous cat I’d ever seen.

Goldie’s yellow fir now had a golden tint. Her eyes were bright gold too. Being only six years old I called her the first thing that popped into my head. I called her Goldie.

Goldie purred contently in my arms. I ran my fingers through her silky soft fur and let her purrs vibrate through my body. After one glance at the clock I put her down. I had to get dressed quickly if I wanted time for breakfast before I left for school.

My sense of smell seemed stronger then it’s usual abnormal strength. It was so extreme that I could smell Kim, Jared, and their two daughters, ten year old Liana and six year old Holly downstairs. Jared’s smell didn’t bother me but Kim, Liana, and Holly’s did.

It was their blood. I could smell their warm blood from my room. Kim’s reminded me of freshly baked bread. Liana’s was like a sweet ocean breeze. Holly’s blood smelt like oranges.

I licked my lips. I was so thirsty. It was a crazy kind of thirst that I’d never experienced before. Like I already had an obsessed addiction from a single whiff. I had to get that blood.

I slid soundlessly down the stairs, like a huntress stalking her prey. When I darted into the living room Jared, Kim, and my parents were sitting around talking. Liana was playing hand clapping games with Holly. I slowly glided to Kim.

“Hello Kim it’s so good to see you!” I flashed Kim my most dazzling smile and stuck my hand out.

“Hey Lainy.” Kim smiled looking only slightly surprised and leaned forward to shake my hand.

The instant her skin made contact with mine I had her hand gripped in an unbreakable hold. Before anyone could react my teeth were sinking into the soft skin at her wrist. I drank form the wound greedily. Kim let out an ear piercing scream.

My dad was the first to recover from the shock. He leapt to his feet to pry my fingers away from Kim. He held me tightly as I thrashed around. I screamed until I thought my lungs would burst and my throat was dry as I kicked, bit, and fought with all of my might. I was barely aware of my mom leading Kim, Jared, Liana, and Holly from the room. As soon as they were far from the house I began to gain control of myself. I went limp and my dad dropped me onto the couch.

I curled up into a ball and stared at my trembling, bloodstained fingers. Disgust and horror rose up inside of me. I’d actually drunk my friend’s blood. I liked Kim an awful lot. She was a nice lady and a good friend and I had drunk her blood! I was a monster. I was a nightmare. I was dangerous. I was a… vampire.

“What’s wrong with me?” I asked myself.

“You’re feeling bloodlust.” The words came from my mother who’d just re-entered the room.

“Why now? Why did it suddenly happen on an insignificantly random day when I’m sixteen?” I whispered.

“I don’t know,” my mom said simply.

“I don’t think I’m going to school today,” I sighed.

“Definitely not,” my mother agreed.

Why was this horrible thing happening to me? Why did I have to be some sort of a freak who drinks their friend’s blood, thirsts for the blood of innocent children, and becomes a giant mutated wolf when she’s angry? I was beginning to wish I was a human. Their lives were so much less complicated. I hated being a mythical freak.