Genevieve is eighteen. With her older brother giving up his place as the next Chieftain of Skalavik to be their village's general, she is learning how to become the leader her parents and the village elders expect her to be. Although she doesn't want to.
Genevieve's heart of fire longed to be on the battlegrounds with her father, brother, and best friend Brom who continues to try and convince her that staying in the village and becoming Chief would be a better and safer idea.
But that was all until the soldiers came back to the village with a wounded Englishman after a long battle...
Just for the record, it wasn't exactly a guy's fault that I am who I am today.
What I am today.
Okay, rephrase. It WAS a guy's fault that I am what I am today. But on a completely different note than you might think.
Now, what you might think I mean by 'what' I've become is a cold hearted tramp that wants payback for heartbreak. Far from it actually. I'm a cold hearted bitch that kills people for a living as of 10 months ago because I was... well, I'll explain later. But it's strange right? I'm surprised no-one could see it coming. Well, that would be if anyone...
"No!" I screamed and jolted upright, my long, dark hair flying in front of my face. My chest heaved and body shook as my eyes adjusted to the darkness and I realized that I was back in my room. Mason swiftly sat up next to me and put a warm hand on my back. I quickly pulled my knees up to my chest and buried my face into them, rocking imperceptibly back and forth. My room door opened and Derek came in, looking worried.
"Is everything alright?" He asked. I felt Mason nod beside me and I just shook my head. Derek sighed and gave Mason a quick look before disappearing back into his...
Okay, so you heard me scream. Now let me tell you why. Nothing beats a great one night stand, am I right? Well, how about finding out that the very guy you just screwed is not only your dance partner, but also about to become your step-brother?! Hello everybody, I'm Taya Willows, and welcome to my life of insanity!
"No, no no no no!" I repeated, pointing a finger at mom and leaning with one hand against the wooden railing at the end of our staircase.
"I thought you always told me I should get settled." She replied.
"Oh my God!" Delta exclaimed as Derek practically dragged Mason and I's bodies into the cabin in the clearing of trees that was in the green space behind their house. I looked at her with an exhausted expression and sighed as I managed to plop down onto one of the leather chairs near the door. Derek put Mason down on the couch diagonal from me and looked up at Delta. She stared first at the blood that covered Derek's arms and shirt, then at Mason and I before back at Derek. I was in too much of a daze to say anything, and the piercing pain from my killing marks was still intolerable.
As I blinked open my eyes, my fist went flying as I was met with a pair of red gleaming eyes. They dodged me and I sat up abruptly, looking around when I saw Derek sitting there on the edge of the bed I was laying in. He gave a sigh of relief and quickly stood up.
"Thank the Worlds you're awake! Mason said you wouldn't be out that long, but man, it felt like forever!"
"What time is it?" I quickly asked, feeling a sudden burst of energy rise up in me.
"Almost ten fifteen. I'd hurry up and get out of there. Mason is doing the best he can to keep Josh...
On the bus, I had to sit next to Natalie. Natalie was a little too friendly... especially towards me. When nobody was looking she mind controlled me and made me kiss her. "Focus Natalie!" Chantal always said when Natalie started to flirt. Natalie scowled at Chantal then said, "You're no fun Chantal." Chantal responded by saying, "Damn right I am! Please stop flirting with him." Natalie smiled then said, "Why? Do you like him?" Chantal glared at Natalie then said, "Not in the way that you do." Natalie smiled for the second time and said, "Then why can't I have him?" Chantal responded. "Because...
"You're not like yourself." Mason huffed, swinging under my leg and dodging a blast of cool, icy wind. I attempted a shrug and he held up his hand in a symbol to take a break. This was me. A fighter, a supernatural, and a bad ass. Well, the new me. Since that time they said I passed out, it felt like I came back to life in a new mind. A stronger mind. That and I found some giant textbooks under Mason's bed that I've flipped through occasionally.
"You're acting different too. " I told him, poking his shoulder and moving behind him.
Has anyone ever been scared to post a chapter of what they're writing because it's pretty depressing and you know your friends will read it but don't want them to worry about you and your state of mind? No? Just me? Okay...
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