The Hybrid And The Alpha

Name: Blaze Snowfrost

Gender: Female

Age: 14

Personality: Anger issues, argumentative, disrespectful, bitchy, uses mature phrases, Anti-social, potty-mouth, stubborn, and Cocky.

Hair color: Black

Hair length: Mid-back

Left eye color: ice blue

Right eye color: fire red

Skin tone: slightly pale

Species: hybrid werewolf and feline-shifter (white panther).

“Ok Mrs. Black why would we accept the girl into our school based on this file?” The principal asks my case worker. Why the fuck does everyone always talk about what happens to me when I’m right here. They act like I won’t bitch about it if they choose what happens to me without asking what I want. Of course there was another file for if the principal was a human but of course he had to be a fucking wolf.

I don’t like the idea of anyone knowing the entire truth about me. The only things that they can sense are my wolf and cat auras. I keep everything else hidden. I only let my wolf show because I heard that other wolves go to this school and I love my cat form so how could I hide it? My panther’s name is Alaska and my wolf is Montana. They fight a lot about who’s better but they are equal in strength so it doesn’t matter how much they fight it always ends in a tie. We all know how each other fights. They don’t seem to get the fact that if someone knows every move you’re going to make you can’t beat them. It was purely a coincidence that we all share one personality trait and it happens to be the fact that we are all stubborn as hell. If we get our minds set on something there is no stopping us.

I absolutely dread the day when I can smell my mate. I don’t want a mate. I don’t want to settle down with one guy. I already lost my virginity to my bastard step-dad who was human but I was only 4 so I didn’t have my powers yet. I couldn’t fight back and he almost made me unable to have pups if it wasn’t for the doorbell ringing at the right time because someone noticed that I had a lot of bruises and called child services. When they found me in my room naked with blood on my sheets along with my lower area they asked about what happened I was so scared but I told them what happened along with everything that he’s done to me. After a few weeks at the orphanage they found me a foster home. They were human and they didn’t like me.

I slowly started to close off the rest of the world and became easily angered along with using more colorful language. That was when my fire awakened.

I was mad at something a stupid Vampire said and I burned her hair off. I decided to play dumb but somehow I knew it was me. Later I learned to control it. One day at another home I had just got there and they had a daughter my age she was acting all nice around her parents but when she brought me to my room she said that I was just some stupid bitch who’s parents never loved me. It made me both sad and angry. The confusion and frustration made me freeze her. I had learned to control my fire and melted it but she was already dead from the cold. I heated her up and put her in bed. I went to sleep and they found her body in the morning. They still think she died in her sleep.

I was five and that just put me in another home. I learned to control my powers and started using them. I shifted at age six but didn’t tell anyone. I shifted twice first into my panther then my wolf. I soon learned that I was some form of witch. An alchemist witch. I can basically make potions. Most alchemist witches become healers for werewolf packs. Depending on our skill level and strength we can make different potions. The easiest to make is a simple healing potion that can heal minor injuries.

I learned from Alaska that I am a hybrid between an Angel, Vampire, Werewolf, Feline-shifter, Alchemist witch, Wish witch, Spell witch, Metal manipulator, Mermaid, Water nymph, Forest dweller, Ice user, Phoenix, Fire user, Dragon, The beast, and there is no name for the last thing I am, basically I have poison Ivy’s powers. At first I thought it was part of being a forest dweller but I looked it up and couldn’t find anything. I know the royal palace probably has a book on it but I can’t very well just waltz in and ask. ‘sup royal family I have some weird ass powers that have to do with plants. Do you have a book I can look at about it? I mean it’s not like you have a Kingdom to look after or anything.’

A spell witch is what you see in movies except that we don’t make potions. We can basically do anything we want with a spell and some can even create their own spells I am a strong witch being a hybrid so I can just do a spell in my head for it to work. I can also create my own spells. I have a spell book but I already memorized the spells I wanted to do I hardly use it. When someone create a spell it appears in everyone’s spell book if they write it in their book but if not it’s a secret for just that witch and anyone they share with. I have some spell books that aren’t part of the link book spell. All witches have a link book and their family spell books. I also have a few that I wrote.

A wish witch is someone that can think about what they want to happen and it will. They can also grant other people’s wishes if that is what they truly want. It takes way less energy to do what you yourself want then to grant another’s wish. Most of us would become something of a genie but we would sell 3 wishes for a price. It makes things easier if we are viewed as genie’s that sell the wishes. The downside to the wish business is that you have to know exactly what you want all your wishes to be beforehand so that we don’t have to keep track of who has how many wishes. We are a rare species with an overall number of 13 across the realms. I am not officially part of the list so there are really 14 of us. Why am I not on the list? Well I would be hunted down by so many different powerhouses if they knew about me. There are ways to learn how much of each bloodline someone has and that is how they determine that we are indeed what is said. They obviously don’t use this method in the foster system because the higher ups only know of the supernatural. They are not a part of it. They just use a wolf to smell us determining what we are.

The principal and my case worker have been talking for a while so I start to listen again. “Why are you enrolling her and not her foster family?” The principal asks. “I found a family who will take her but they said she had to be enrolled at school first and that it had to be this school although I don’t understand why when there is another school closer to their house. They don’t let me look at that folder. I don’t know what it says about her but I assure you she is a good kid, maybe a little bit of a troublemaker but she’s loveable.” She says. “How the hell would you know if I was lovable or a good kid. The only things I’ve done in your presence were bitchy. Well everything I do in your presence or not is bitchy. My step dad broke me when he stole my virginity when I was 4. You have been my social worker ever since I was put in the system and I don’t even know your name, so tell me what about me is lovable or a good kid?” I ask. They both just look speechless. I watch as she opens and closes her mouth like a fish but no sound comes out. I smirk.

Without saying another word I stand and walk out of the room. I go outside of the building and lean against the bricks of the school. I take out my phone with a blank expression. I open my hidden space and put in the code to get in. I press on my favorite recording. I hear myself strum the guitar. I was only 3 when I recorded this. I hear myself mess up and restart. I hear my little 3-year-old voice start to sing and I hum along. At my favorite part I stop humming.

When it feels like this is the end

say it again

everybody has a bad day sometimes.

When feel like looking for love.

But your really nervous.

Just take a chance

Take a chance.

When ya feel like lookin for love and you have a chance.

Take that chance.

Not everybody has a choice

Not everybody has it all

So when you feel like looking for love

Take a chance

I can’t believe 3-year-old Blaze was smarter than 14-year-old Blaze. I sing about how some people are stuck with someone they don’t love and how when you like someone you should just tell them because waiting just let’s your mind go over all the possible outcomes. I sing of freedom, of love, of decision. I sing of regret and hope. Soon the song ends and I close the locked space putting my headphones away.

I walk back to the car and open the back. I take out my guitar. It used to be my mom’s. Mom thought me how to play on my third birthday. She used a potion to make me know the strings for 24 hours. I had used it so much in that time I remembered how to play. I remember how amazed she was when she woke up to me singing that song while playing the guitar at 9 am. She asked me what song I was playing and I told her I wrote it. She was surprised and searched all over the internet to make sure I wasn’t lying. I played it for her again and she loved it. She said I was so smart and beautiful. She let me keep it in my room from then on. I got good and started writing more songs.

I sigh and walk over to a tree with my guitar. I sit with my back against the tree and start playing. Alaska loves K-pop so I sing one of her favorite songs Boca by dreamcatcher. I had to get out my phone and use a little finger keyboard and sang Lilac by IU then Eight also by IU. I went back to my guitar and played before he cheats by Carrie underwood. I look up and notice a few people are standing or sitting around listening. I sing the death note intro last. I speak Japanese, Chinese, Korean, English, Spanish, and Italian. I always liked different languages so I could pretend not to speak the same language as somebody to avoid speaking with people. I also know different variations of sign language. I spot my case worker and put my guitar back in it’s case. “I have to go sorry.” I say as I pick up my things. Everyone leaves and some hand me money. I accept it and pocket it. I walk back to the car and put my guitar in the back before climbing in. I pull out my phone and flick through music shops. I know how to play various instruments and I would like a few different things.

When my case worker gets in I put my phone away. “can we stop and the music shop for a minute I want to get something?” I ask. She nods but doesn’t say anything. I actually do know her name but I don’t want her to think I care. I sigh. Guess I have no choice. “Mary please talk to me?” I ask. She slams on the breaks and turns to look at me with tears in her eyes. She jumps me wrapping me in a hug. “You do care.” She says as she sits back down. “I guess I do.” I mumble. We pull up to the music shop and I pull out my wallet. As I’m about to step out Mary grabs my arm I look at her and she hands me a stack of money. I count it and look at her wide eyed. I know she’s rich but I’m shocked that she just gave me $1,000 in cash. She nods towards the music shop and hands me a piece of paper with my new address on it. I tell her thank you and hug her then I walk in the store.

The sales lady looks at me weirdly as I walk over to the keyboards. All my homes I got allowance so I saved up and I now have lots of money plus what Mary gave me I can get what I want. I walk over to a beautiful black keyboard and go over to the display one. I play a short song and nod my head. I type the number on my phone and walk to the drum sets. A particular drum set catches my eye it has black drums and the drumsticks have pink handles. It has customisable text on the big drum in the middle. I write the number and walk over to the electric guitars. I pick one up that matches the drum set and plug it in. I play another short song and put it back. I write the number of the guitar and everything else I would need for it. I pick a few guitar strings for my current one and the one I want to get. I now have the numbers for a band set that matches. I get a few more sets of drumsticks and a few more things I need. I go up to the counter and tell the lady what I want and to send it all to my new address. I saw the house and know that my bedroom will be big enough for everything. The house was huge so I also requested they send a little recording box along with everything I need. I tell her that I don’t want anything on the drums. She said that if I ever want them to put anything on it I can just come in and request it. The lady tells me the number and looks doubtful that I can pay. I wince at the price but hand it over anyway. She looks wide eyed at me. “Come again anytime we would love to have you.” The lady says as I walk out of the shop. I get back in the car and tell Mary what I bought. I spent a lot of my money in that shop.

When we get to the house there is a truck from the music shop parked outside arguing with my new foster parents. I jump out of the car and run over. “Ma’am this is where we were told to send it. They said everything is paid for and-” I cut him off. “It’s mine, I just got it.” I say. The man looks at me wide eyed as I show him the receipt. The woman smiles at me and shows them to a different room that looks like a recording studio. I look at her curiously. “When you showed me before there was plenty of room in my bedroom so I was planning to put it all there.” I say. “Well this room has always been empty because the rest of my family can’t play any instruments. I on the other hand play the keyboard but this room is way to big and lonely with just my keyboard so I put it in my room.” My foster mom says. “Wait so I can use this whole room by myself?” I ask astonished. “Well I may join you but I would need to bring my keyboard in here so I don’t have to use yours. This all looks very expensive.” She says.

I know she’s a vampire but she looks young like she stopped aging as a teenager. She has 2 teenage sons and is happily married to her husband of 200 years; he was also her beloved. “Oh come on I can see you want to try it.” I say as I see her staring longingly at my keyboard. “Are you sure?” She asks hesitantly. “Ya do you know Lilac by IU?” I ask. “Oh my god I love that song!” She squeals. I run over and grab my old guitar. I ended up buying a new guitar that isn’t electric but I love mom’s guitar so I want to use it. She runs over to my keyboard like a kid on Christmas. We start to play and I sing into the microphone I bought after adjusting it to my hight. Mary watches and eventually goes over to the drums when we switch to abcdefu by GAYLE. Then we play Pretty girl by Maggie Lindemann. We all play for a few hours but soon Mary had to head home so my foster mom that I learned is named Lucy went to bed. Vampires don’t actually need sleep but she likes to. I said I would go to bed later and stayed in the music room writing songs for a little while.

I open social media. Most kids have social media these days even kids as young as 5. People are talking about a video. Someone anonymously posted a video of a girl singing. I open the link and my eyes go wide as I watch myself sing and play my guitar. I search for a while before finding the person that posted it. I open the chat section and send a message from my account. I chose the option to hide my real name so it just shows my display name (FuckLife)

FuckLife:I didn’t give you permission to post that.

BuzzOff:what do you mean?

FuckLife:you posted a video of me singing while playing the guitar. I didn’t give you permission to post that or even record me.

BuzzOff:If you’re really the girl from the video where did I film it?

FuckLife:That was at Brookmoon High around 5:00.

BuzzOff:right but I don’t know it’s really you without a selfie. You could have been there watching.

FuckLife:link

FuckLife:Happy?

FuckLife:If you post that I swear your body will never be found.

BuzzOff:Wow harsh but I see why.

BuzzOff:why is that the picture you sent?

FuckLife:I suck at taking selfies and that was the best one I had.

BuzzOff:what if I was a pedophile.

FuckLife:I could still beat your ass.

BuzzOff:What if I’m some 60-year-old man who likes little girls and happens to be really strong?

FuckLife:I could beat a strong old man any day.

BuzzOff:and how would you do that?

FuckLife:I have my ways.

FuckLife:plus I’ve seen your profile and I’m not a little girl little girls don’t have such amazing tits.

BuzzOff:you have a point with the profile thing but I’m just going to ignore the tit comment. Why were you at the school?

FuckLife:My case worker brought me there to talk to the principal about starting school there. I just got put in a foster home nearby and they wanted me to already be enrolled at a school.

BuzzOff:I go to that school! My name’s Blake. I guess I can take down the video.

FuckLife:thanks.

BuzzOff:It’s fine but I will lose a lot of followers because of this.

FuckLife:sucks 4 you. So you not going to ask about the foster home shit?

BuzzOff:I was getting there. So why are you in a foster home?

FuckLife:Why the fuck would I tell a complete stranger my past?

BuzzOff:I’m not a complete stranger. I told you my name is Blake and I go to Brookmoon High.

FuckLife:Guess so. My name is Blaze and it is a girl’s name no matter how many people say it’s not. I have no parents and live in a foster home. I play literally almost every instrument on the planet but my favorite is the guitar because my mom gave me hers when I was 3.

BuzzOff:I can play a few instruments but I’m best with the Bass.

FuckLife:that would be the only instrument that I wanted to get but the shop didn’t have today.

BuzzOff:What did you get?

FuckLife: A band set as far as instruments go but I got a few other things like for cleaning them and repairs. I got a mic and microphone stand. You know the basics.

BuzzOff:how much money could a teenager have!?

FuckLife:you would be surprised.

BuzzOff:are you going to end up going to Brookmoon?

FuckLife:ya my foster parent wants me to go to the same school as their sons.

BuzzOff:do you want me to show you around on Monday?

FuckLife:Sure I guess maybe we will both know you aren’t a pedophile by the end of the week.

BuzzOff:I’m going to pass out if I don’t sleep soon goodnight Blaze.

FuckLife:Goodnight Blake.

I turn off my phone and check the time. 3:54 am. Well I should sleep.

I silently walk to my new room and close the door before flopping in bed.