Fire Chronicals Book 1: Luna second draft

I was enjoying a relaxed, peaceful sleep. When out of nowhere, I was rudely awoken. By my brother Alexandru banging on my bedroom door. “WAKE YOUR ASS UP LUNA, WE ARE GONNA BE LATE FOR OUR FIRST DAY AT SCHOOL! DO YOU WANT BREAKFAST OR NOT! GET UP AND AT THEM!” I rolled my eyes, and slid out of my warm bed. I walked over to my closet, and put on my go-to outfit :an AC\DC t-shirt, a plain black hoodie, old worn jeans. It took me a while to find my boots, but I found them and pulled them on. I looked in the mirror, at my dark green eyes and blinked. They glowed for a while and then faded back to normal. 

“Luna are you decent?” I heard Alexandru ask through my door. And so I responded, “Yea you can come in now.” I slid my eyes over to the door, to watch my brother walk in. His crimson eyes looking everywhere, and then he walked back to me. “You look like an emo!” He said as he pulled my black and white ombre hair into a braid. I thought I looked cool. “Do i?” I asked Alexandru. “You’re dressed the same way `twin`” I said with a snicker, and he just closed his eyes, shook his head as he sighed disappointedly!

Alexandru and I are supposed to be twins, even though he is 116 years old, and I’m only 16 years old. I’m raised by a family of vampires.

I’m a werewolf. I look human except for my eyes, for when I’m consumed with rage, for some reason my eyes glow brilliantly. What a defect for a werewolf to have!

The one thing that makes it believable that Alexandru and I are twins, is the fact that he dyes his hair with a white streak and were both 5 ’3. And maybe the only difference is his eyes are crimson, while mine are dark green. After he helped me with my hair, I ran ahead of him into the kitchen, for I could smell our mom, Elena, making breakfast for me. While our dad, Stefan, was drinking from his coffee cup. I could smell the blood from the entrance to the kitchen.

“Are you two serious? You’re both dressed as if you were going to a funeral!” Mom sighed as she rubbed her temple.

“School might as well be a funeral.” Alexandru and I said in unison.

We never stay in the same school for more than two years. So that our secret stays hidden. I walked over and sat across from our father, Stefan. Alexandru sat down next to me, after grabbing a cup of blood.

Father smiled and shook his head, as he said, “I will never understand how the two of you have become so close over the years. It’s hard to believe that we have adopted you, Luna. It feels as though you really are my daughter.” Father’s tone was full of love, adoration, and sincerity as he admired Alexandru and me.

I smiled and turned to our mother, “Mom what did you make for breakfast today? I can’t wait to see what you prepare!” My voice was full of childish wonder. Mom is the best cook around. She has had years to perfect her cooking, after all. I could hear mom laughing as she was fixing up my plate from behind me.