The House of the Unnatural

Cinnamon
I walked passed that mystery house and looked up at it. It was huge! Like, magnificently big. I have no clue why a person needed such a big house. What confused me more is why is there a big house built in the middle of nowhere? I was built on a hill with gorgeous lime green grass. It was surrounded by gorgeous flowers that were many different colors. It ranged from pink, yellow, green, blue, and purple flowers. A huge beautiful tree stood out on the lawn making it look even more one of a kind sort of.
I picked up my pace and quickly left the house behind me. Although the house was beautiful, it was mysterious in its ways. One person barely walked out of it. And when they did, they didn’t really talk to anybody. They acted as if we were invisible and sped up their pace. It’s so weird and unusual. Every time there is a different person that walks out and the house but, they only come out once a month; as I heard. Something was up in that house and I think I don’t really want to find out.
Soon, I reached school and I wanted to walk right back to the orphanage but, I had to get my education. I was glad I was a loud to go to school. I walked inside the horrid broke down building. The school was so colorless and very dull in comparison of the beautiful mysterious colorful mansion. It was made of grey bricks and a flag wiggled in the wind on a pole and that was it of its exterior from the outside. The grass was an ugly brown and the flowers were in desperate need of water and care. The trees didn’t have leaves on them and they looked like trees out of Scooby doo or something. There was one huge oak tree that lost all its leaves and it really made the school look scary.
The wind blew through my pitch black hairs making me shiver. I had to wear short sleeved plain shirts in the winter because my orphanage could not afford to buy another set of clothes for the winter for us. They were running low on cash so, we had to bear through it until they get money from some fundraiser. I couldn’t wait for the fundraiser to close and we could get our winter clothes. I already had a cold and I didn’t want anything more serious.
I pushed opened the squeaky double doors. Their hinges were an unhealthy brown and they had dirty writing on it and one of them had my name on it, calling me a slut. Great, now every stranger that walks through these damn doors will know the rumor that spreads through the school like wildfire. I groaned and pulled out a Kleenex out my pocket and tried to wipe off of the nasty writing about me. Stupidly, the person who wrote the writing used washable marker. Dumbasses nowadays are so retarded and don’t think about the outcome of everything. They just love to talk about me to feel better about their own bitter asses. Like I already didn’t have enough bad things going on in my life.
I threw away the Kleenex and proceeded to go to Biology. I couldn’t allow these people to let me down. Mrs. Young, the owner of the orphanage and my only friend, told me to not listen to these unmannered children. She said these children were disturbed creatures and I couldn’t help but agree. These children that attended my school all didn’t have a good up come. All of these children had something bad happen to them and that was exactly the reason they were at a shitty school like McJohn High. This stupid ugly school was in perfect New York. I wondered why the board of education just didn’t shut it down and be over with these troublesome children.
I entered Biology and as soon as I did giggles erupted around the classroom. I rubbed my hand against my back and my butt to check for any signs but, didn’t find any. My hands flew to my face and nothing was there either. So, what the hell was so funny? I looked down at my attire and yes I was dressed poorly but, so was all these children here so, it shouldn’t matter and it never did.
“Are you done analyzing yourself? I would love to finish my lesson that you rudely interrupted. And by the way, you have detention. Two minutes late for class is unacceptable.” Mr. Greene said writing something down on a slip.
Oh did I leave out the gory detail that I’m bullied by my teachers also? Sorry, but isn’t that just so damn lovely? Note the damn sarcasm.
I slumped my posture as I always do when I’m defeated, which is every damn day. I walked over to the scrawny skinny almost bald teacher and took the pink slip from his hand. I stuffed it in my pocket and made my way to my desk in the back of the classroom. When I reached the wooden shabby old desk there was a note on it. I curiously picked it up as I sat down in the seat. The desk groaned under my weight but, I ignored it and opened the letter.
There was a picture of a poorly drawn penis with hair on the ball sack. On the top it said to Cinnamon the slut. On the bottom of the note in bold letters it said ‘Choke on this, bitch’. I flushed red and crumbled the note up in my hands and looked up. Everybody was staring at me then as I stood up full blown laughter erupted. I flushed an even brighter red and headed for the trash can. I dropped the disturbing note in the trash and headed for my seat when chills were sent up my back by a raspy voice.
“Cinnamon, get out my class room and go to the principal’s office. Tell him my referral will be sent for class disruption.” Mr. Greene said, pushing his glasses up onto the bridge of his nose. He looked at me with unmistakable hatred and I just stared at him my mouth formed in a wide ‘O’.
The class started choking on laughter and I felt anger rise in me. Tears bubbled in my eyes as I stared at my teacher. Why did he hate me so? What on Earth did, me little Cinnamon Stone, do to any of these people? The only thing I could remember ever doing is saying hi to a blonde headed girl that happened to be the most popular girl in school but, I was new and I didn’t know. I had got shipped from another orphanage three years ago because it closed down. I was a freshman and so was she . . . so I didn’t understand why her face scrunched up in disgust when she saw me. I was a fairly attractive give with bright lime green eyes and pitch black flawless long hair. In my old orphanage boys always told me I was pretty and then when I moved I was all of sudden called ugly. I soon figured out later in my freshmen year that her name was Bethany Smith, and she made my life hell since I said a friendly hello to her that day. And I knew she was the person who sent that note.
I wiped away my tears and grabbed my book bag before heading out the door swiftly. Why couldn’t people just be nice to me? My life would be a hell of lot easier for me if people would just appreciate my company. But, no I was now an outcast everywhere I go. In the middle of Queens, New York, I Cinnamon, am an outcast and everyone hates me.
I leaned against the cold wall. The white painting was chipped and you can see that it was once painted an ugly blue. I dropped to the floor and let the tears come. Why, oh why couldn’t I just go back to Manhattan? People actually cared about me there but, now people don’t. They don’t care about me. But, they do care about making my life a living hell. I groaned at the loneliness that rumbled around in my chest. God, I was so alone. All I need is one friend to make my life a bit better. Just one person; they didn’t have to be human. It could be a dog or a fish or a pebble even, just one thing that I can care for and it can care about me in return.


Cinnamon
I made my way to the principal’s office on wobbly knees. I’ve never went to him before and I knew he would hate me also. I just had a feeling that he would. I just wasn’t likeable anymore I guess. I leaned against the front office door, not able to make myself go in and face the music. Mrs. Young would surely hate me now since I turned into a troublesome orphan. I swallowed hard and took a deep breath. I can do this. I had worse so, I should be able to face the big guy of the school, right?
I rested my slender fingers on the cold steel doorknob and closed my eyes. I suddenly felt nauseas and fought the urge to turn around and go gag up my one egg I ate for breakfast. I soon had my whole hand wrapped around the doorknob and I thought about what would happen to me. What if I literally break down into tears if this person hates me also? I knew I couldn’t take another soul to hate me. Too many people wanted me to just banish. How could I live with the thought of another person hating me for an unknown reason?
I twisted the door open and stepped in to my doom. I looked around the small office. I’ve only been in here once to get my schedule when I first attended this school. I shouldn’t even be in here now. It had ugly blue walls that looked like a toddler painted it. In the middle of the office there was a brown beat down shabby desk in the middle of it with a fat man with gray hair sat eyeing something on the computer. There was a vase of dying roses on the table with dirty water. There was a plague with the name Robert Oswald on the back wall and it was about the only good looking thing in there. I squinted my eyes and noticed it was a certificate.
Mr. Oswald cleared his throat and I looked at him. His blue eyes burned into my green ones making me uncomfortable. His eyes roamed all over my body before they landed on my eyes again.
“May I help you?” he asked.
“I was sent here by Mr. Greene, sir.” I said respectfully, hoping that he would let me off on the sly.
He grunted and looked back at the computer screen. When he looked back at me I saw disgust written all over his face. Tears burned my eyes as I wanted crawl into a ball and cry. Yet another person hates me, my assumption was sadly correct. I gritted my teeth and tried to hold back the tears that threaten to overcome me.
“Class disruption?” he asked raising a bushy gray brow.
I nodded and looked back at the two beat down brown chairs that were lined up against the ugly walls. I sat down in it and looked back at the principal.
“Miss. Cinnamon, do you know how bad a class disruption is?” he asked calmly.
I nodded and crossed my hands across my lap. I chewed on the inside of my cheek and looked at the overly weight man. He printed out something and signed it before stuffing it in an envelope. He left it there and met my nervous gaze again.
“You clearly do not know how serious it is! Because you are disrupting other kids who actually want to learn! People like you disgust me! What person in their right mind draws a picture of a boy’s private part and gives it to another student telling them to choke on it? What kind of vulgar surroundings did you grow up around?” he yelled.
In the heat of the moment he was standing and his face was flushed red from the yelling. I couldn’t help but compare him to a very angry Santa Clause. His button nose and gray hair and oversized belly and flushed cheeks made him look exactly like Santa Clause. If I wasn’t the one in trouble I would’ve been laughing at this moment. Then, I just noticed what he said.
“I didn’t draw that! Another student did and gave it to me! I was the victim!” I pleaded. That’s exactly what I needed; another rumor to get me into even deeper crap.
“Stand up! Disgusting people like you do not get the luxury of a chair!” he growled.
I shot up out my seat quickly at his voice. How could a man of his age yell like that? Honestly, it made my skin crawl. I peered at the old man with fear. What was soon to come next? Was he going to pull out a pistol and end my life?
He sat down in his seat with a thud and picked up the envelope. He threw it at me and it landed on the floor in front of my feet. I bent down and picked up and held it tightly in my hands. At this point the tears were welling up in my eyes and wanted to fall down.
“You’re suspended for a day. You must leave the school campus for the remainder of the day. Do you have a ride?” he asked, like he didn’t just explode a few seconds ago.
I looked the man dead in his eyes.
“I live in an orphanage, what do you think?” I spat at him. I gripped the envelope tighter and the tears started to pour down my face. I opened the door and stormed out the small office. This was unfair. I wish I can report him to somebody but, everyone hated me so why bother? Everywhere I go from now on, people were going to hate me and call me mean and unnecessary names. Now the only lady treated me like a human being since I moved to Queens was now going to hate me. I was going to be another distraught teenager to her. I soon exited the school and couldn’t be happier to get away. I needed to stay away from all that drama at that wretched school.
I ran as fast my scrawny legs could. My bitter tears flowed down my flushed cheeks as I continued to run. The winter breeze blew through my hair once more and stung my cheeks. The cold wrapped around my body as I ran but, I ignored it. I’m used to cold. After being in an orphanage for eleven long hard years you get use to the presence of the cold. It’s just something you have to go through when you’re poor. Even though when I was toddler I never even thought about being poor because all of the money that my parents owned.
I wiped away my tears and fresh ones traveled down my ruby cheeks. The loss of my parents was too overbearing to even think of. Every time I think of my mother’s big blue crystal like eyes and long flowing pitch black hair, or my father’s flawless blonde hair and big green shining eyes . . . it makes me want to die with them. Why did they have to leave me when I was only five? I only got to enjoy my parents’ company for five years.
I felt my body hit the cement and I started shaking with tears. My beautiful mother, Iris and my handsome strong father, Michael were dead and gone. They were killed eleven years ago but, the loss of your parents isn’t something that you can just get over. Especially if you had my loving parents. They weren’t rich snobs. They gave to charities as much as they could and never tried to act like they were superior to any other person. They were perfect. They were the perfect parents and didn’t need to die. Why couldn’t I have died with them?
If I died with them I wouldn’t have to be going through this sorrow right now. I wouldn’t have to go to a orphanage and being hated and tortured. I could be the nice sweet girl that I always was and not the girl who is an outcast and always crying. I didn’t want to be that girl but, I was. And no matter how hard I try not to be that girl I’m just going to end up as that girl again any way. Of course I tried to get out of being the outcast! But, everything I tried failed miserably and just made me the laughing stock of the whole damn school.
I looked up and noticed that I had my breakdown in front of the damn mysterious beautiful mansion. I wiped away my tears and stood up as I saw something catch my interest. I saw someone coming out of the mansion and walking down the long driveway. The person looked down and didn’t seem to know that I was there. But, as I stared at the person I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful he was. All I saw was his ebony hair and that was enough to tell me that he was gorgeous.
He suddenly looked up and his red eyes gazed into my green eyes. I was taking aback by the color of his eyes but, instantly recovered when he smiled. He flashed a set of white teeth but, he shook his head and looked away and kept walking straight. He picked up his pace and I sighed. I needed someone to talk to and he didn’t know me enough to hate me so, I guess he can be that friend that I needed.
“Hey, wait a sec!” I said and started running towards the boy. He turned around and looked at me with wide eyes. His jaw flexed as I stopped and smiled at him. He stared at me with a blank expression. I watch as his strong jaw line tensed as her examined me. His pitched black hair almost fully covered his dark red eyes. His skin was pale but, it seemed to suit him. I could see his ripped muscles through his long sleeved black v-neck. He was wearing red skinny jeans to match his eyes and I felt envy towards him. He looked like he just stepped straight out of a magazine.
“Yes?” he asked in a sexy smooth a voice.
I felt my body tremble under his sexy voice. God, I felt like I would melt onto the concrete. No way was I going to talk to such an intimidating boy.
“Sorry, I just needed someone to talk to but, I guess you’re busy.” I said looking down. I felt like an idiot talking to this sexy stranger that lived in the mysterious beautiful mansion. I felt my cheeks burn a bright red as embarrassment washed over me.
The stranger sighed.
“I’m not busy. Let’s talk.” His sexy voice replied, surprising me.
I looked up and he was smiling. His pink plush lips were turned up in an attractive smile making me want to faint. I had the sudden urge to press my lips against his juicy plump lips. . . I shook my head. Boy, this guy was going to make me lose my mind.
“Alright,” I said and beamed up at him. I held out my hand to the boy. “I’m Cinnamon.”
He smirked and his hand connected with mines. Tingles and electricity shot up my arms making me smile wider. I looked at our hands and was surprised as they fit perfectly together. It was as if they were pieces of a puzzle that were finally put together.
I looked back up at him and he was staring at our hands. He dropped his and my hand limply dropped to my side. He looked back at me and I gazed into his eyes. They seemed to sparkle, making my stomach flutter.
“I’m Kale, it’s very nice to meet you.” He said in a seductive voice.
I sat down on the concrete floor and peered up at Kale. He looked down at me with confusion written all over his face. I chuckled and cracked a smile. Typical rich boy.
“I don’t like standing while I have a conversation.” I explained.
He nodded.
I pat the hard concrete next to me and smiled up at Kale. He raised a brow at me, making me giggle. He wiped his bangs out of his eyes and I could see his deep red eyes. I could see his long dark lashes that shadow his high cheek bones.
“Come on. Don’t tell me you’re too rich to sit on the ground.” I said with an exaggerated sigh.
He chuckled and sat down next to me on the ground. He looked so out of place next to me. He looked like he was a god while I looked like his worn out slave. I bit my lip and looked down.
“So, what do you want to talk about?” he asked.
I looked up and into his eyes and smiled.


Kale

A beautiful dark haired skinny girl was crying in front of the house. I had no clue why but, I couldn’t even comfort her if I wanted to. I was hungry and so was the rest of the house and we needed some food. I was walking down the drive way when I felt eyes on me. I looked up and into big green gorgeous eyes. I realized she was wearing raggedy clothes and a short sleeved shirt in the middle of winter. But, the electricity that passed through us from that little gaze had me smiling. I want to wrap her in my arms and kiss every inch of her body. I knew we were already imprinted without me even doing anything. That meant fate actually agreed that we should be together. The burning sensation in my throat snapped me back to reality. I dropped my smile and picked up my pace. I heard her sigh even though it would be inaudible to human ears.
“Hey, wait a sec!” I heard a soft voice say. I froze and turned and watched the girl jog over to me. Her long pitch black hair moved from side to side and I watched as her curvy body came close me. Her long legs stopped in front of me. My eyes widen at her beauty and electricity passed through me. I flexed my jaw as I tried to fight a smile.
Her big gorgeous green eyes roamed all over my body before she looked into my eyes. I knew they were dark red and would turn a light shade of red when I drank blood. I hope she didn’t think I was a freak.
“Yes?” I asked.
She looked into my eyes a while longer before her gaze dropped to the floor. “Sorry, I just needed someone to talk to but, I guess you’re busy.” I heard her heart rate speed up and told me that she was embarrassed. Her cheeks flushed a bright red, confirming it.
I sighed and smiled at her. She looks so beautiful when she blushed.
“I’m not busy. Let’s talk.” I said in an irresistible voice. I knew humans found me rather attractive and any way I talk would have them melting to the floor.
Her eyes trailed over my lips my smile grew. She wanted to kiss me. She looked longingly at my lips and I couldn’t help but be turned on by the way she looked at me. She shook her head and looked up at me.
“Alright,” she said and beamed up at me. She held out her hand to me. “I’m Cinnamon.”
I looked at her hand and smirk. I connected our hands together and electricity shot up my arm. I could feel my already fast beating heart beating even faster. She smiled at me and I can tell she felt the electricity to. I dropped my hand, though I didn’t want to and hers fell to her side.
“I’m Kale; it’s very nice to meet you.” I said in a seductive tone.
Suddenly Cinnamon sat on the floor and stared up at me. A confused expression passed across my face. What was this beautiful girl doing sitting on that dirty floor? She should be sitting on money! She chuckled and smiled up at me.
“I don’t like standing while I have a conversation.” She explained to me.
I nodded and just stared at her. I could stare at her little petite body for ages and not be bored. She was so gorgeous. Her full pink lips fixed in a permanent attractive pout and her long black hair flowing down to her waist. Her big lime green eyes had specks of blacks in them making it look pure and innocent.
Then, her beautiful hand patted the spot next to her. She smiled at me and I raised a brow at her. What was she doing now? A giggle escaped her beautiful lips. I wiped my bangs out of my eyes so that I can get a better look at the beautiful angel.
“Come on. Don’t tell me you’re too rich to sit on the ground.” she said with an exaggerated sigh.
I chuckled and sat next to her. I can feel her body heat bouncing off of her flawless skin and I wanted to rip off her clothes and have sex with her right there. I shook my head, too fast for her to see.
I looked down at her and she bit her lower lip making me tremble inside. Was she trying to seduce me? I knew she didn’t know that that small gesture turned me on but, could she at least stop being so damn sexy?
“So, what do you want to talk about?” I asked her.
She looked up and into my eyes. A smile stretched across her beautiful features, making me smile too.
“Not much. Just some teenage problems, that’s all.” She said looking down again. I watched as her long dark hair blocked me out and I didn’t like that. I wanted her to open up to me. I wanted her to be able to trust me. She was mines and I was hers.
“Well, I’m all ears.” I reassured her.
She tucked her long hair behind her hair and I can see the blush that rose on her face. She looked up at me and I stared back into her beautiful sexy green eyes.
“Nobody likes me.” She whispered the words. She still looked into my eyes and tears clouded her beautiful eyes. All I wanted to do was kill anybody that brought sorrow to her.
How could they hate such a beautiful girl? She looked like an angel with her flawless skin and features. All that I knew was that those people were going to get a piece of my mind and my mind can kill, no pun intended. If I think about a person dying a certain way, that is how they die and I love my gift. It’s easily controlled after eighty years of having it. Vampires that know me are frightened of me and obey me, it’s actually funny. I will love to watch Cinnamon’s bullies die slowly and painfully if they continue to sadden my love.
I lifted her chin with my finger and peered into my eyes. She gasped as tingles passed through both of us. I had the urge to kiss her and hug her and just do nasty things with her then . . . I saw her neck. It was exposed and plush and had blood passing through it. I tried to concentrate on her eyes but, I kept looking at her neck. I could feel my fangs trying to push out but, I tried to push it back in. I felt my eyes burning and I knew they were turning black. I gasped and pulled back. Not now, and not here! I needed blood! I closed my eyes and stood up. I back away from my beauty and sprinted in human speed up the driveway. I felt loneliness hit me but, I kept running. I wasn’t about to hurt her.


Cinnamon
I stared blankly as Kale left me. He just ran off. I guess he actually was disgusted with me like every other person. Tears clouded my vision as loneliness hit my heart hard. It felt like knife was jabbed into my chest and a burning sensation shot through me. I groaned and picked myself up from the floor when I felt loved again.
“Cinnamon wait!” a sexy voice said.
I smiled and wiped away the stupid tears. Maybe I did find a friend in this stranger. I plopped down on the floor and watched as he came into view. His muscles poked out his shirt and he flexed his jaws. A smile spread across his face making me smile. I noticed that his eyes were a brighter red this time. His eyes were so gorgeous, I noted.
Kale sat down next to me and grabbed my hand. Tingles shot up my arm and I smiled wider. “Continue,” his deep husky voice said. I shook my head.
“I don’t want to talk about that any more. It’s too painful.” I admitted. Kale squeezed my hand and electricity shot up my arm and into my heart. It warmed the lonesome areas in my chest and filled it with love. It may sound weird but, I felt so superior now for some reason. I looked at Kale in awe.
“How do you do that?” I asked him. He chuckled and leaned in closer to me. My heart beat picked up in my chest. Was this stranger going to kiss me? But, I knew I was going to let him. There was something about him that I just loved and it wasn’t just his looks. Soon, I felt his soft lips at my ear. I trembled a little from the contact but, manage to keep a steady breath.
“I’m not doing anything,” his husky voice whispered. I shivered and smile a bit but, bit my lip so that I could hide it. I flipped my hair so that it covered my face and he couldn’t see the blush on my cheeks. He groaned and leaned back. I raised a brow at him but, he just looked away then back at my face.
“Do you want to tell me about yourself?” he asked me.
I smiled up at him and nodded. He smiled back at me in return and stared into my eyes.
“Well, I-I’m an orphan?” I said it as a question because I wasn’t sure how he would react. Nobody wanted to be holding hands with an orphan.
“Go ahead, finish.” He said, surprising me. I realized then that this boy was full of surprises. I shook my head and looked down.
“I’m sixteen and my parents died when I was five. Uh, they had a car accident on their way to their anniversary dinner. My mom died first and my dad died the following night,” I said softly. Tears brimmed my light eyes and trailed down my cheeks. It hurt so bad to talk about my parents’ deaths. I still can’t believe they were actually gone. It felt more like a dream (more like nightmare) than reality.
“That’s horrible.” Kale said, appalled.
I looked up at him and he crushed me in a bear hug. I smiled and electricity shot up my spine making me giggle. His hug felt so good! I could feel his abs rubbing against my flat tummy making me moan inside. I bit my lip and leaned back. I watched as a smirk played on Kale’s lips. I couldn’t help but, smile back.
“So, tell me about you.” I said.
Kale went rigid and his grip on my hands tighten a bit. I looked at his face and it got even whiter. I raised a brow at him but, he didn’t acknowledge me. He stared at the sky with a blank expression. Did I say something wrong? I touched his arm, sending tingles up my arm, but he still didn’t look at me. I looked down and bit my lip. Great, another person hates me. And for some reason, him hating me really hurts me to my bones.
He soon dropped my hand and rejection washed over me. Damn, that really hurt. I bit my lip, hard drawing some blood. His head snapped up and his eyes met mines. His eyes trailed down to my lips and I looked away.
“Your lip is bleeding,” he said in an expressionless voice. I sighed and started walking away. What a waste of my time he was. Another person hated me and I caused it this time. If I would’ve shut my big mouth another person wouldn’t have hated me. I dragged my feet against the concrete, half expecting for Kale to come running after me and asking for my hand in marriage. I shook away that thought. We. Just. Met. Today. I told myself. God, I can be such an idiot at times.


Kale
I looked at her retreating body. Bloody tears welled up in my eyes but, I quickly wiped them away in a vampire swift motion. I couldn’t have told her about me . . . yet. It might scare her away and I needed her badly. I couldn’t deal with her being scared of me. I smelt her blood fade away with her body and I sighed. I really think I screwed things up. I stood up and dusted off my skinny jeans and headed up the drive way.
I knew Dale was going to be pissed that I don’t have the raw meat for his pack but, oh well. He can get it himself. I have other troubles to attend to then a pack of hungry wolves. I know Liam and the demons are going to be pissed also and I can’t forget the vampire coven that live with me . . . God, I’m just a disappointment, huh? Damn it I also forgot about the Angels, witches and shape shifters. I needed to visit Emily, our local healer for some type of energy that the Angel ate and the witches wanted some Chinese food. The shape shifters needed raw blood straight from the meat the wolves were going to eat. I shook my head and turned around and headed for the shiny black Porsche. First stop would be the damn woods. I can kill some doers and collect all its blood and put it in a baggie as I always do. Then, next stop would be the blood bank for fresh blood. I had sucked the last bag of blood dry when I ran back in the house. Us, hybrid vampires needed blood once of month. I didn’t allow bitten vampires in my mouth except for a couple and their growing daughter. After that blood bank stop I had to visit Emily down in her cabin and collect that weird ass energy bag then, after that I needed to stop at a damn Chinese restaurant. Great, I had a whole list of things to do and I really wanted to do was talk to sexy Cinnamon.
I climbed into the Porsche and immediately left the house. My mind kept going back to Cinnamon and the way her sexy slender body swayed and her dark hair followed. Then, those perfect plump lips! I felt my mouth water and I groaned. I wanted to taste her! Damn it! I needed that sexy girl wrapped into my arms. I stepped hard on the gas pedal and sped up.
*
I literally ran into the house clutching the items for dear life. I heard a howling and the wolves were going to transform for the full moon today. Of course they can change whenever they want but, when it’s the full moon they are deadly and need raw meat in them. So, I lead them personally to a cell and throw their food in there so they won’t eat each other. I ran into the house in inhuman speed. I ran up stairs to the third level to find Dale and his pack already on the floor changing against their will.
“Shit,” I muttered.
They looked up and their faces lighten up. I carefully started walked downstairs and they followed me until we reached the basement. Dale, was already changing since he was the Alpha. I could see his watery blue eyes turning into a deadly black but, as soon as it was engulf in black I threw the meat in the cell and locked it. I heard growling and howling and scratching. I sighed and headed towards the witches. At least they were easy to feed.
I went to the highest story which was the sixth story. When I hit the last step I saw people flying on brooms. I raised my brow as the young witch on the broom lost control. She fell off the broom and fell flat on her face. I stifled a giggle and went to find the leader. I walked through the hall way and saw witches flying on brooms, casting spells, or trying to learn different spells. I smiled at each of them friendly and went to go find Casey. When I found her she was instructing a younger witch on how to cast a spell to stay beautiful. This was a spell every witch used so they won’t look like their true self; ugly and disgusting.
Casey turned around and smiled at me. Her beautiful orange hair touched her waist and she had big gold eyes. Her smile lit up her face making me smile a bit.
“Hello, Casey. I got your foreign food.” I said with a slight chuckle. I passed her the twelve bags of fresh Chinese food and she smiled even wider. She took and gave me a big hug.
“Thank you, Kale.” She said and let me go. She turned towards the witches and said, “Time for dinner. Kale finally brought our food!” she yelled. She winked back at me before she headed for the kitchen. I chuckled and headed for the shape shifters, holding their bag of raw blood.
I made my way to the second story where five shape shifters stayed. We didn’t really trust shape shifters much. They were masters of disguise and well, we don’t like that. That means they can easily fool us and nobody likes to be fooled. When, I reached the second story I met Ian who I declared was to watch over the five shape shifters and teach them whatever they needed. I smiled at him and passed him the blood.
“Thanks. We are starved.” Ian said with a cheeky smile. I chuckled and patted him on the back.
“Well, eat up.” I said and went to the fifth story. The fifth story was where the Angels stayed. They were so soft . . . and beautiful. Their wings were like one million feathers caressing your skin. My best friend, Kylie, was also a Angel. I made her the leader since she was so wise and caring. All Angels were caring and just had a second sense for it but, I felt as if I could trust Kylie the most. Do you hear her name? Kylie; just a simply nice name. I smiled when I saw her long flowing blonde hair. She was trying to teach an Angel how to fly. I tapped her slender shoulder and she turned around. She immediately smiled and jumped into my arms. I wrapped my arms around her small waist and laughed.
“Hey, Kylie.” I said.
She twisted out my arms and turned towards the little Angel she was teaching.
“Take four, dinner is here.” She said. The little Angel dropped to the floor and scurried away. She looked so adorable too! I shook my head and turned towards Kylie. I passed her the weird energy in a bag and she snatched it away.
“It’s about time! I feel so tired without it!” she said. She took out a straw out her pocket and sucked in a little bit of the energy. Almost immediately her skin started to glow a little.
“You randomly keep a straw in your pocket?” I asked. She smiled at me. I shook my head. “You are highly weird.” I said with a sigh.
Suddenly she was on top of my head. But, she was as light as a feather so, I wasn’t really affected at all. I looked up at her and smiled.
“But, you love me huh, Killer?” she said with a smirk. I chuckled at her nickname for me. She called me that because I could easily kill someone.
I shook my head and she fell to the floor with a silent thud. I chuckled and headed for the fourth floor where the demons stayed. “I’ll get you for that!” I heard Kylie yell as I walked down the stared. I snorted. “Alright, Kylie!” I yelled back.
The demons are so gorgeous . . . They might even beat Angel at their looks. They have papery white skin and black sexy horns that stuck out their foreheads. They had ebony cupid wings and some have tails but, most don’t. They usually have long, long hair but, others cut them off. After visiting the demon leader, Brass and gave them their raw meat I headed for my small vampire coven on the first floor.
When, I walked onto first floor I saw my coven already crowded around the table. I chuckled and smiled. I pulled out six baggies; one for each of them. Everyone took their and sat down. I looked at the only walking bitten vampire who lived here. She sucked greedily on her bag of blood while her husband sipped it like he didn’t care at all. I smiled at them. They had a daughter in which was turned into a vampire inside the wound. She still hadn’t woken up yet. She was planned to wake up pretty soon and they were so excited. They said they would find their other daughter and maybe change her if she wanted to. I agreed, I would love to have a family get together again.
There was six people in my coven; seven including the vampire child growing in a coma. There was, Tommy, Yvette, Will, Otis, Autumn, Iris, and Michael. Iris and Michael was an odd couple. Michael hid that he was born a vampire since he had met Iris, back when she was human. Then, when Iris and he got into a car wreck, Iris was on her deathbed and he had no choice but to change her. They abandon their daughter and lived her since.
Suddenly, Iris started to sniff the air. She dropped her now empty bag of blood and looked at me with an confused expression.
“You smell so familiar,” she said.
I raised a brow at her and chuckled.
“Maybe because you’ve had my scent for almost twelve years now.” I explained.
She shook her head and tilted her head slightly. “No, no. Not your scent. Someone else scent. And the scent is oddly familiar.” She looked at Michael and he nodded. “It does. But, I cannot put my finger on it.”
I shook my head. “Feed Isabelle and go take a rest. You guys need it.” I passed them three bags of blood and headed out the kitchen. I couldn’t be more happy with the success of my little home for the unnatural. They were happy and so was I . . . sort of. I still needed Cinnamon’s sexy slender body in my arms.


Cinnamon
I rolled up in a ball on my bed and my stomach growled. Mrs. Young wasn’t very mad at me but, she said I had to have a punishment for my unpleasant behavior. I had to go straight to bed without a shower or a bite to eat. I felt dirty and hungry and lonely. Tears slid down my rosy cheeks and I wiped them away. I bit my lip and more tears came. If only I could go far away from here . . . I could feel all better.
*
When I woke up, I felt drool sliding down my face. I wiped it away with the back of my hand and sat up straight in bed. I wanted to close my eyes and go back to sleep but, I couldn’t; my eyes just wouldn’t closed. On top of that, I was suspended and had completely nothing to do but, mope around here with a growling stomach. Maybe I can go trash diving and find some food. . . I shook my head. No, I was worth more than that, right? I rubbed my tummy and stood up. Maybe, I can visit Kale and apologize? I was sort of rude stomping off like that. Maybe, he just had a hard upcoming like me and didn’t want to talk about it. What the hell possessed me to stomp off like that?
I went to my almost vacant closet and pulled out one of the five outfits I had. I pulled out a shirt. It was my best one; it had no holes in it and it was a bright lime green to match my eyes. I had some black sweats that I could also wear too. The only shoes I had were beat down black tennis shoes so, I guess I had to wear that too. I put my hair into a pony tail and threw on my clothes. I headed out the door and began walking to the mysterious mansion.

I stopped outside of Kale’s house nervous. Should I ring the doorbell or should I walk right back? What if he is mad still mad at me? What if he does hate me? All those questions swirled in my head and I tried to shake it away but, there was always that damn doubt! I started shaking with the possibility of his rejection. God, what if he is disgusted by me? Oh God, maybe I should just turn around. I’m stupid to think Kale wants me. He is like a God and I’m just a scrawny orphan.
I sucked in some breath and swallowed the pride I didn’t really have. I rang the doorbell with a shaky finger. I swallowed passed the lump in my throat as I looked into the eyes of a gorgeous gold eyed beauty. She had long orange hair that stopped at her waist and it was wavy and flawless.
I smiled hesitantly at her. He has a girlfriend. Damn I’m stupid! I could feel tears wanted to break free but, I bit my lip and looked at the girl.
“Can I-I speak to Kale,” The girl eyes widen slightly and I quickly added, “We’re just friends, I swear!” There was something about this girl that looked wise and dangerous. It wasn’t her beauty maybe, the way she carried herself. Her flawless complexion and big round gold eyes, told silent stories. She smiled slightly and disappeared in the house, slamming the door in my face. I flinched away and looked down. Really? Another person hates me!? Damn it! Can I just stop causing trouble for a split second? Fuck!
I stepped back slowly and tried not to let the tears show. I took a big breath and headed back for orphanage. I felt so pathetic. I met this guy yesterday and I’m standing her at his house unannounced like I own him. And on top of that he has a girlfriend! I hope she doesn’t thinks he’s cheating and anything because he didn’t do anything but hold my hand and give me a hug . . . god! I think he tried to use me to cheat on his girlfriend. I feel so dirty! And it isn’t because I didn’t shower last night it’s because I probably ruined a relationship. I was a bad person; that’s why people hated me. I hung my head in defeat and let the tears trail down my cheeks and onto the lime green grass.
“Hey, Cinnamon. I forgot to give you my number. Anyway, I’m sorry about yesterday I shouldn’t have gone all silent o- wait, are you crying?”
I looked up and Kale was staring at me with his sexy red eyes. I looked down at my ugly shoes. I bit my lip and tried to fight the urge to throw myself at him.
He lifted my chin up with his finger and gazed into my eyes. Electricity and tingles shot through me and I almost cracked a smile; almost. Kale smiled at me and leaned closer into me. I went still but, yet my heart was jumping around in my chest. Kale caressed my face with his fingers and dropped his hands.
“Are you alright, Cinnamon?” he asked softly.
I shook my head and looked at him in the eyes. Tears clouded my vision again. “Why are you treating me like this?” I asked softly.
He raised a brow at me.
“Like what?” he asked.
“Like I’m a queen when we both know I’m not. Look at me! I look like I crawled out a dumpster. H-how can you treat such a stranger like this?” I asked.
He shrugged. “To me you are a queen. Actually, much more.” He admitted.
He stared intensely into my eyes and smiled. “If only you can see yourself as one . . .” he whispered.
I took a step back and looked at him. “You have a girlfriend,” It wasn’t a question. He seemed taken aback by that. His eyebrows knitted together.
“I have a girlfriend?” he asked.
“Don’t play dumb with me, Kale. I just want to be friends. I’m not breaking up a relationship.” I said confidently.
He shook his head and chuckled. “I don’t have a girlfriend, Cinnamon.”
“Whatever, Kale. Do you want to be my friend or not?” I don’t know where the boldness came but, it just slipped through my lips; foreign to me.
He chuckled again. “Sure, Cinnamon.”
I smiled and grabbed his hand. Tingles shot up my arm but, I ignored it and pulled him to grass with me. I beamed up at him and folded my arms across my lap. I have no clue where the sudden happiness came from but, I was glad I actually had some happiness in me.
“So, tell me about yourself.” I said softly.
He cleared his throat and gazed into my eyes, “Well, I’m from France but, I’ve picked up the American tongue since I’ve been here long time. Um, I have a twin brother name Leon . . . he’s Goth. I also have a baby sister named Alyssa. My parents are filthy rich and so am I.” he finished with a slight smile.
I shook my head. “Was that so hard to do? To just tell me about yourself?”
He chuckled nervously and ran a hand through his dark locks. He smiled sheepishly at me. “You have no idea,” he said with another nervous chuckle.
I tilted my head slightly and examined him. His eyes were a bright red and the sun glinted off it making it look even more breathtaking. His ebony hair was in a messy disarray on his head. His lips were pink and plump and very, very kissable. I shook my head. God, this boy was so gorgeous. Would he seriously be my friend?
“Are you done checking my out?” he asked with a smirk.
I raised a brow at him but, a smile spread across my face. “How do you know that I was checking you out and you just didn’t have something on your face?” I said with a smirk. His smile faltered and I busted out laughing. Giggles erupted from my mouth and a tear formed in my eyes, oh my, was he funny! He narrowed his eyes at me but, I kept laughing! It was so funny. His facial expression when I told him that . . . it was priceless!
“Oh . . . my god! Did . . . you see y-you’re . . . face? Haha! Price fucking less!” I said between laughter.
Within seconds I was pinned to the lovely grass with soft hands wrapped around my lips. I stopped laughing and looked into bright red eyes. I saw a smile playing on his lips but, I busted out laughing again and his smile dropped.
“What’s so funny?” he nearly yelled.
I laughed again. “Because you a-are just so damn funny!” I said and giggled.
He ran a soft finger against my cheek and my laughter ceased. He stared intently into my eyes and caressed my cheeks with his hand. I bit my lip and stared back into his eyes. I could feel his hot breath on my face and it smelled good; like honey, sugar, and mint mixed all together. He smiled and lean his stomach against mines. Electricity blasted through my body and I gasped. I-It felt so good. No, it felt fantastic! Oh my god, was I falling for a stranger? A stranger with a girlfriend?
At this moment, I didn’t give a crap about who was his girlfriend or the fact that I knew him for two days. The only thing that mattered was that his lips were so close to mines, his perfect abs rested against my flat empty stomach.
Kale’s soft lips slightly touched mines. Oh, Kale. Isn’t Kale such a sexy name? What are our children going to look like? What are their names going to be? That was what was running through my head as he pressed his lips against mines. It shocked me that I would think about something like that . . . but, it also shocked me that a god like creature just gave me my first kiss.
His lips molded into my mines and shocks passed between us. Our lips moved in synchronization and I found my hands going up to his ebony hair. I grabbed his hair and tugged at it. Kale moaned against my lips and pushed is tongue in my mouth. The taste of mint, sugar and honey exploded in my mouth. I tugged harder at Kale’s hair and wrapped my tiny legs around his waist. I could feel his manhood getting hard and it was rubbing against my crotch. But, I didn’t matter at all. I didn’t care that we were in his front lawn making out. I didn’t care that I only knew him for two day. Nothing matter until a squeaky familiar voice ruined my dreamland.
“Cinna-ho is making out with yet another one!” boomed Bethany’s voice.


Kale
All I could was that Cinnamon tasted so good! She tasted like candy. I could kiss this sexy little beast all day. I wanted to do more but, I couldn’t bring myself to do that . . . yet. Then, an irritating voice made me pull away from Cinnamon’s lushes lips.
“Cinna-ho is making out with yet another one!” a squeaky voice yelled.
I looked up and saw a tall slender blonde. She had long flawless blonde hair that stopped at her mid back. She had big hazel brown eyes and honestly, she was beautiful. But, she was dull compared to the sexy irresistible girl that laid in my arms.
I looked at Cinnamon and she was biting her lip. She wiggled out my embrace. Loneliness hit me and I looked down at my now empty arms. I could feel tears coming but, I had to make sure I didn’t let it show. If it did, Cinnamon would freak and insist to take me to the hospital. It wasn’t everyday that you saw blood falling from someone’s eyes. I looked up at the blonde with pure hate. She made my Cinnamon wiggle out my embrace. My Cinnamon!
I felt a growl slip from my lips and I felt my eyes burning. All I have to do is think about her death and this bitch is a goner. I chuckled darkly and stood up, too quick for human eyes.
The blonde was all by herself with her hands on her hips, eyeing me up and down. A smile spread across her lips. I blinked twice; confused. Was she checking me out? Didn’t she know I belonged to Cinnamon? It was pretty clear. Then again she was human . . . humans are always in denial! I’m so glad I was never one. I realized my eyes stopped burning but, I still felt anger towards the girl. I looked over at Cinnamon and she was walking away. I could see the tears running down her cherry red cheeks, making my heart break. My love was sad. And that blonde headed Barbie caused it!
I easily caught up with Cinnamon and grabbed her hand. She started pulling away from me and I saw her red puffy eyes. She still kept pulling away from me and I couldn’t believe she was the same girl who was laughing at me for no reason a few moments ago. I looked at her with sad eyes and tugged her towards the blonde. She was going to face her; and if she laid one finger on my Cinnamon, I was going to snap her in two.
“Stop! L-let me go!” she whined. It broke my heart to pieces but, I kept tugging her towards the blonde. I saw fear clearly in her eyes. As we reached the blonde she started fighting me like crazy. She kicked and scratched at me but, I didn’t let go. None of her hits hurt me physically but, emotionally. I could feel the bloody tears threaten to show.
I let her go and she dropped to the floor with a thud. I didn’t even look at her, I was so angry at the blonde that I wanted to rip her pretty Barbie doll hair out.
“How did that walking stick get a sexy person like you?” she asked. Her hazel brown eyes widen a bit as she eyed me again.
“First of all, do not call her a stick. She is sexy, curvy beautiful and most of all mi - ,” I was about to say mines when I felt something hit my jaw but, of course it didn’t hurt at all. But, I felt something pierce my chest like a knife. I gasped and looked to the side. I saw Cinnamon clutching her hand. She looked up at me with hatred clear in her green eyes. Tears rolled down her cheeks and I couldn’t help but notice how red her face was. Did I embarrass her? Nonetheless, why the hell did she hit me? The only thing I did was stand up for her.
“Ok, I’m out. I sense tension,” the blonde said. “Bye, ugly bitch.” She sneered at Cinnamon. She winked at me and proceeded to walk. I looked at the girl with my mouth wide open. Did she really just cause all that drama and just walk away like nothing happened?
Then out of nowhere, I was slapped. Again, it didn’t hurt physically but, emotionally. Why did she keep hitting me? I mean, damn it! What the hell did I do?
I glared at Cinnamon and she glared right back at me. There were tears still in her big green eyes but, she stared at me unblinking.
“You are an asshole,” she growled. I rolled my eyes at her. Was she serious? First, she’s kissing me then, she’s hitting me? I don’t get it at all! This is why I usually hit it and leave it! Girls are so god damn confusing. Why couldn’t she be grateful for the fact that I’m here protecting her from that blonde bimbo? Any girl would be hanging all over me if I saved them from being taunted. And mostly because, I only knew her for two days! Yes, yes, we are imprinted by fate, itself but, to her I’m just someone she met two days ago. She should be happy that I stood up to her; not hitting me!
I grabbed her writs in a swift motion and stared deeply into her eyes. She glared back at me, with anger in her eyes. Her face was twisted up in a scowl as she gazed at me.
“Thank you, I am quite an asshole and so are you,” I whispered icily. She stared back at me with her mouth wide opened in shock. It hurt me to say those words but, she hurt me equally by attacking me. I raised a brow at her and put on a cocky façade. Tears welled up in her eyes and she started fighting against me again. She kicked and scratched me and tears traveled down her cherry red cheeks. She finally yanked away from my steel grip and a yelp escaped her soft lips. She rubbed her wrist and tried to punch me in the face but, I caught her hand quickly. She stared at me in shock. I could tell that she wasn’t expecting me to catch her swing so quickly but, I felt anger pulsing through me; I couldn’t help it. For a split second I wanted to crush her fist into a million pieces but, every time I peered into those big green eyes I felt the need to kill myself for thinking like that.
She finally got out my grasp with tears still streaming down her beautiful cheeks. She stared at me with sorrow, shock, and hatred mixed in her beautiful eyes. “What are you?” she growled. She turned around abruptly and walked away. Bloody tears finally fell from my eyes and I wiped them away. I had to get her back. Somehow, and I knew how. I hope she doesn’t hate me tomorrow. I walked back into the house searching for Dale.


Cinnamon
I held my hand as I walked away from the mansion. I hated that bitch. I can’t believe he tried to hurt me . . . I know I was a stranger to him but, he could at least treat me like a human instead of calling me an asshole when, truth is he was an asshole not me. He embarrassed me in front of bitchy Bethany and had the nerves to call me an asshole! I don’t ever want see that bastard again. My stomach growled and I was cold. More tears streamed down my face as I wrapped my arms around my stomach. I needed food badly! Real, real badly.
I guess I would have to dumpster dive. I ran down the street holding my stomach. There was a pizza shop name Ian’s Deluxe Pizza a few blocks down; it had a huge dumpster filled of uneaten pizza. I use to eat out of it a lot but, I had stopped. It wasn’t healthy at all and a bad habit. I picked up my legs and ran faster. My stomach felt like it was eating itself. My stomach growled loudly again and pain shot up my stomach. Who ever knew starving could hurt so badly? My throat burned as throw up tried to make its way up my throat. I groaned and put my hand over my mouth and picked up my pace. No way was I going to vomit in my only nice shirt.
*
I puked up my guts at the side of the pizza parlor. I can’t recall me ever feeling this bad. My throat burn, my stomach was empty, my chest heart, and I couldn’t stop crying. I was a big emotional mess. I wiped up my mouth when I was done vomiting and leaned against the stone wall. I gripped my stomach as I slid slowly to the ground. My hand absentmindedly flew to my lips and a smile crept across my face. My mind kept going back to that amazing kiss that Kale planted on my lips. It was almost magical. No- It was magical. Nobody ever kissed me like that. My heart swelled with love as I thought about his beautiful red eyes and pink plump perfect lips with his ebony hair . . . I shook my head and bit down on my lip. What was I saying? One, I only knew him for two days. Two, he ratted me out with Bethany came. And most importantly, he called me an asshole.
I leaned my head back on the wall and groaned as fresh tears poured from my eyes. I’m guessing life couldn’t get easier, huh? I wondered if someone hated me and they were walking around making my life a living hell. Everyone hated me, I was betrayed by a stranger I wanted as a friend (or more than a friend), and I’m parentless and live in an orphanage home. And for a recent problem; I’m starving and dirty. I stood up and went to the huge stinky dark green dumpster. I scrunched up my nose as I smelt spoiled food; but, I had to eat that. I held my nose as I jumped pulled myself into the huge stinky dumpster.
*
I slid through the double doors of the orphanage when I came to a sudden stop. I turned my head to see a kid getting adopted. Her blonde curls bounced around as she jumped for joy. I hung my head and made my way to my room. I was never going to get adopted; everyone hated me for no specific reason. Being parentless wasn’t really on my wish list to Santa when I was little. I slid into my room without being noticed and plopped down on the bed. I leaned back and stared at the ceiling blankly.
My mind went back to Kale but, not when we were kissing but, when he had my hand in a steel grip. It felt like he was crushing it; it hurt a lot. I held my hand to my chest and looked out the window. The sun was going down which meant another precious day was gone and I wasted it with a stranger who nearly broke my hand; fantastic. Also, I have to go back to school and face Bethany and the rest of the people who hate me. Lovely (note sarcasm). I didn’t know what to do now. I would have to walk pass the mansion again and probably face Kale. Hopefully, he won’t be outside to crush my wrist again. How could he have gripped my hand so tightly? That grip wasn’t the grip of a human but, something much more. Was he on steroids or something? I had no clue but, I wasn’t going to even try and figure out. If I did try I would probably have one hand and one leg. I have no clue what he is capable of and well, I really don’t want to get hurt finding out.
A knock on the door made me sit up. I walked wobbly to the door and opened it to face a worried Mrs. Young. Her dark silky hair was in a messy bun as usually and her heart shaped face contained wrinkles of age and laughter. She looked at me with red puffy eyes and she grabbed me into a hug.
“Where have you been, Cinnamon? I was worried sick. And why do you smell horrid?” she asked letting me go. I leaned against the door frame and looked at my hands. Of course I knew I smelt bad. I didn’t take a bath and also I went dumpster diving. Being smelly was the outcome for being dirty.
“I went dumpster diving for food. I-I was so hungry.” I admitted. I immediately felt Mrs. Young arms wrap around me. “I’m so sorry. You knew why I had to do it. I didn’t want the rest of the kids to think that I was picking favorites.” I pulled away so that I could look at her tear stained face.
“Y-you don’t think I’m a distraught teenager?” I asked her. She shook her head. “Of course not. You got suspended once. The rest of the kids got suspended so many times that they are on school probation. You are the most untroubled child here, Cinnamon. But, that doesn’t mean you can go without punishment when you do bad.” She explained. I nodded and gave her a quick hug.
“I’m going to go to sleep. Dumpster diving takes a lot of your energy,” I said. She nodded and gave me a quick smile before leaving my room, closing the door behind her. I sunk back into my bed and laid on my side. Well at least someone cares about me. I’m glad she does because I can’t live in a world in which everyone I knows hate me. If that was the case, then what would be the reason to live? I closed my eyes and soon sleep overcame me.
Kale
I looked at myself in the mirror before grabbing my new backpack. Yesterday, I enrolled myself into the same high school as Cinnamon. I hoped she forgave me and if not I’ll make sure that she will. I

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