FIVE MORE MONTHS
My name is Lara Edith Tepés. I’m nineteen and the first of my kind: a hybrid.
Everyone seems to adore me, to my face at least. I have a couple of theories as to why that is: it’s either because I’m the daughter of the King and Queen, making me the princess, or because I’m the most lethal creature on the planet. Not only am I the fastest and strongest, but one bite from me is not only fatal to vampires but also werewolves. If I were to guess I’d say either the latter or a mixture of the two.
Hell I scare myself sometimes.
You would think being a hybrid would be amazing, but it’s not all it’s hyped up to be; well at least not for me, the first born. Even though there are other hybrids born only months after me, I’m always the one’s that Dr. Peterson, and Doc seem to be pulling into their damn lab for testing. And do my parents do anything about it: NO, they support them wanting to know everything they can about my species so they can, “Be the best parents they can be.”
What a load of bull shit if you ask me!
I think my mother is just use to all of the testing because of her epilepsy, which she luckily hasn’t had a seizure since she turned, which is amazing. I just wish she would realize I’m not the same person she is.
I not only have the stress of being the first hybrid, and feel like everybody’s eyes are watching me so I have to be perfect, but I’m also next in line to rule.
My mother has always hated that in our world men were always more respected and put above women. With the support of my father helping to change the patriarchy, and the way things are run, she’s been able to make extreme strides in the last nineteen years as Queen and Alpha, including the fact that no matter the gender of your first child, they will rule. So not only will I be Alpha, but I will also be ruling Queen of the Vampires.
Yes I can give the title over to my younger brother, but Oliver is literally a baby as in born two months ago. What does it matter how far apart your children are when you are immortal right? Not only that but I know it’s important to my mother, and it’s not like I’m going to be ruling any time soon, maybe in a couple of hundred years. Another perk of having immortal parents, I have a lot longer time before I have to have take over as Alpha or Queen.
So here I am laying on my red comforter watching as the white grass stained leather falls back towards my face continuously as I keep throwing the softball back towards the ceiling waiting until my parents go to bed.
I tilt my head back clutching the ball to my chest as I hear my door creak open, “Hey Bug,” ugh that nickname, no matter how many times I’ve asked, my mother will never stop calling me it, “how has your day been today?”
Yay she had to bring that up.
Grunting I look back towards the ceiling and continue to throw the ball, “It was freakin’ fantastic mother,” I answer sarcastically. “How do you think it went?”
I hear her sigh, “I know it’s hard watching him show up to your party with her, but your birthday was today so you must have had some fun. And hey you only have to wait five more months,” she tries to comfort me, only managing to piss me off more.
“No, you think it will only be five more months.” I then roll off of my bed and face her tossing the ball between my hands. “Admit it you have no idea when he will feel the mating bond, or if he even will.
“I’ve been waiting TWO DAMN YEARS!” I yell as I throw the softball, lodging it into my gray wall, no doubt making another hole. Turning back towards my mother I see that her head is now bowed toward the ground because she’s hurting too.
I try to calm myself by taking a deep breath, “Two years of not only my parents, but also his not letting me go around my own mate because he hasn’t felt the bond, all because you think we’re some kind of hybrid test subjects, and you don’t trust that I can be around him without telling him or doing something. And if goddess forbid he finds out or we kiss it will mess things up and you won’t find out the age male hybrids feel the mating bond.
“At least he doesn’t know that he’s a living test subject, which was outlawed years ago by the way.
“But who cares about me,” I say as I begin to pace, “in the mean time I get to watch him prance around with the blond Barbie on his arm, making out with her every chance he gets, and you should know how that feels once you’ve figure out who your mate is, and he is with someone else; and he’s been pretty intimate with other people mom.”
My arms fold across my body as I watch my mother walk across the room and pull the ball out of my wall, “I know we heard you and called his dad so he stopped anything too serious from happening.” She then tosses the ball up in the air, “You have got to stop doing that though, or you’re going to knock the whole house down,” she says walking over and handing the ball to me.
“I’m sorry that it has to be this way, we didn’t know you would feel it so soon.”
“Yeah no shit!”
“Could you stop swearing for a minute so I can finish my sentence? I’m sorry has staying away from him not taken away any of the pain?”
I turn flopping back down on my bed, “I’ve been dating several boys, but it doesn’t help with the pain when he’s with someone. Making out with them does help with the frustrations of not being able to kiss him though.”
Turning my head I see her glaring at me, “I didn’t need to know that.”
“Good. Karmas a bitch!
“You should see the look he gives me sometimes mom: it’s like he hates me.
“We were best friends ever since we were babies and I didn’t even have an explanation as to why I could no longer hang out with him. Although to him it looked like I didn’t want to hang out with him, I just ran away one day.
“My mistake was coming to you when I found out he was my mate, I should have gone to him instead. I was a fool to think that my mother would be excited for me and help me figure out a way to tell him.”
“Lara I—” she starts, but I’m done hearing explanations.
I wave her away, “I know you’re sorry and you love me.” I hear the door slowly being shut, I sigh and shout before it’s completely closed, “I love you too mom! No matter what, I always will.”
I then hear the click of the door and I run and press my ear to the door. Once I hear that she’s down the hall I lock my door; not that that would keep my father out if he really wanted in.
Rushing to the closet I pull on my black yoga pants, long sleeved black shirt, put on my black sneakers and finally pull on my black cloak.
Pressing my ear to the door once more, I’m positive that they’ve gone to their room for the night; not that they could do anything anyways. If I really wanted there’s nothing my parents could do to stop me. But I’m not ignorant, the last thing I’m going to do is point that out to them.
I then turn the lights out and wait the two minutes before I hear the familiar clanking of rocks on my window that always bring a smile to my face.
Peeking out the window I see his face and I instantly pull open the window I jump out it with ease landing in a crouched position.
Standing back to my full height I instantly wrap Owen in a huge hug. “Wow! It’s your birthday, shouldn’t I be giving you the hug.”
Unwrapping my arms from his neck I step back, “Sorry!”
“No need to be sorry. Just surprised me is all.” He then tucks my black hair behind my ear. His supernatural hazel eyes staring into mine slightly covered by his wavy chestnut hair, “So what did you want to do for your birthday?”
“As long as I’m with you, I don’t care,” I say as he pulls my cloak farther on me tying it as I just watch him the entire time.
After my cloak is tied I turn towards Owen in matching black so we don’t get caught seeing each other, wishing he felt everything I feel so we don’t have to play this game.
We begin to run stopping under the protection of the trees climbing up the lonesome live southern oak.
“So how’s Malibu Barbie?” I sarcastically ask sitting down on a branch.
Owen comes and plops down next to me, “Hey don’t do that, you know the only reason I’m with her is because you refuse to give me a chance,” he says grabbing my hands in his causing sparks to erupt through my whole body.
Staring into his eyes there’s nothing I want to do more than lean in and capture his lips with mine.
Clearing my throat I remind myself it’s only five more months. I slowly pull my hands out of his hating the deflated face my action causes him to have, “I’ve already told you, if our parents don’t even want me next to you, I don’t think they would be okay with us dating,” I remind him looking down at my now sadly empty hands.
“Yeah and they still haven’t came up with an acceptable reason to keep me away from you. All I got was this bull shit about you being a bad influence because you’re going through a rebellious stage.”
Spencers lack of being able to lie to him is hilarious it causes me to let out a chuckle, “Well if you remember I never snuck out before, so he may be right. But then again you were the one that came to my window every night all night, until I finally agreed to come out. So maybe you’re the bad influence.”
“You could say that, but you never use to make out with every person with a pulse before…Oh right, I’m the exception to that right?” Owen says with hurt in his voice and his big puppy dog eyes.
I turn my head and close my eyes shutting out the pain I cause him, “Open your eyes…Butterfly.”
Hearing his nickname for me he hasn’t been able to use in public for years causes me to open my eyes, “What’s the real reason you won’t give us a chance? If it’s because of our parents, we already sneak out every night to see each other, would it really matter if we were kissing while we were out?” Owen asks slowly leaning forward.
Saying the first thing I can think of, “What if Barbie’s your mate?” I speculate with a lie causing him to stop.
Shaking his head, “I’m positive she isn’t. She knows that when you agree to give me a chance we’re done. I’m beta blood if you hadn’t forgotten we can only be mated to alpha or beta blood; like you,” he says glancing down at my lips.
“Lara?”
“Y-yes?” I nervously say swallowing.
“Can I kiss you?” Owen asks as he puts both of his hands on the sides of my face, pressing his forehead to mine.
Closing my eyes I enjoy the warm tingling shooting throughout my body. I then feel a spark on my lips as his caress mine softly.
My mothers voice then rings through my head acting as my conscious, ‘five more months.’
My eyes shoot open as I pull back before anything happens. In my haste I forget that I’m up a tree and gravity decides to be my enemy dragging me to my death: or so it tries.
