Lost Little Princess

Ali's POV:

I was sat at the table at the very back of the Quad, just minding my own business reading my book. When I heard them, you see they were all the way over the other side of the quad and had no idea I could hear them.

"God she's such a loser." Valerie, the ring leader said.

"I know right she always just sits there reading, little miss no friends. aha" one of her followers says, and they all laughed.

One part of me wants to run away crying and never come back, the second part of me wants to rip their heads off and the last part of me just wants to be able to run in to my mothers arms and have one of her soothing hugs, to be able to smell her one more time-her lovely strawberry scent even though she didn't use any strawberry scented products. But I can't. Too all three of those options.

I sighed. Guess I'll just have to settle for option four; sit here and let them think I have no idea what they are saying about me, even if I could do something about it. 'Pretend Ali, just pretend' I thought to myself.

Goddess, if only they knew what I was capable of then they would all just shut up, they would never have another mean thing to say about me ever again.

You see the reason I can hear them is because of who or more like what I am. I am a werewolf-vampire hybrid.

The only one to be exact; well there's more out there vampires and werewolves, not hybrids like me but full bloods. Not here though, no this village is full of humans as far as the eye can see.

You're probably thinking how can I be the only one here, Where are her parents? Are they not wolves and vampires as well? Well let me fill you in a little bit.

My parents were not supposed to be together, you see werewolves-my father- have mates, someone who is chosen to be your other half by the Moon Goddess herself. Vampires-my mother-do not, they choose who they want to be with but my mother turned out to be my fathers mate something that should never have happened seeing as Vampires and Werewolves were mortal enemies.

My Parents lived in a pack an hour and a half away from where I live now. They met when my mum turned eighteen and my dad was twenty, my dad had gone on a mate quest as he hadn't found his mate in his own pack, when he met my mother-The daughter of the Vampire King- and they fell for one another. They knew they were meant for each other the moment their eyes locked on to each other.

There was somewhat of a war between the two races over my mother and father being together but eventually my grandparents came to an agreement and all vampires and werewolves (well in our area anyway) came to a truce. By the time my mum turned twenty two they had been marked and mated-something so much more then marriage- and they were expecting me. They got married as well just for the human's laws.

We all lived together, one perfect family. My mum owned a little bakery in the village that resided on our pack lands, I would often help out as I loved to bake with her. And my dad was a pack Beta the second in command his best friend the Alpha of the pack. My father was a great warrior, being beta he had to be, he taught me how to defend myself, how to fight someone if the situation called for it. He taught me how to lead, how to govern. And yet despite this he still died. They still died.

We went on holiday every year to the same place, the same village my mum and dad met in. We would stay in the same little cottage about half an hour from this nightmarish place I live in now. It was our little tradition and yet for some unknown reason when I was ten our cottage had been rented out to some other family-not a big deal right?

Except it was, if we had never been in another cottage my parents wouldn't have died. This cottage had something wrong I could feel it as a soon as we walked in but my parents were happy so I pushed the feeling aside.

It was late at night when I started to smell smoke, it wafted in under my door and closed around me, suffocating me. And yet I pushed through it. I managed to make my way out of the house just in time to see it engulfed in flames. I screamed and looked around but I couldn't see my parents anywhere.

I managed to run towards the next cottage getting them to call the fire brigade. They finally turned up and when they managed to get the flames under control it was time to go in.

My heart broke the moment they brought them out. I had hoped that maybe they had made it out, surly they would have made it out. I mean if I could smell the smoke then they definitely could they had better senses then me, my father already had his wolf and my mother was the Vampire Princess for Goddess sake!

But me, I wouldn't have my wolf until I turned eighteen and my vampire senses weren't as good as my mothers. And yet here I was standing over their charred bodies laying still under white sheets.

Fire; a weakness for a vampire and wolves.

I found out that it was because of faulty wiring that the cabin was set on fire. They were dead, my parents had died because another stupid family decided to take our cottage. And this one was faulty.

How is that fair?