"You have been sneaking around, haven't you?'' Jessie asked, giving Kimmy a pointed look.
"I wouldn't call it sneaking.'' Kimmy returned.
Jessie scoffed, "so have you seen him, my soon to be husband?''
"I don't follow," Kimmy replied.
Jessie stared into Kimmy's eyes and could tell that she was trying to hide something from her.
"Come on, spit it out yeah.''
Kimmy spat her gum into a nearby vase.
Jessie frowned at her smug look. ''So, have you seen the bloke or not?''
"All I know is that they keep calling him Alpha, so I'm guessing he's a top dog with money, and if I could marry him, I would, but dad chose you, so suck it up, yea.''
"Alpha? That sounds like a werewolf.'' The word sounded odd, rolling off Jessie's tongue.
All in her head now were those stupid fantasy books she used to read while attending school, where they would put a vampire and their enemy to fall in love. Silly, if only they know that they were real and that vampires and wolves didn't mix. They were enemies, cursed to brawl forever with each other, all because of some stupid wager Dracula made with the Devil.
Kimmy gave Jessie a confused look, "you and your bullsh*t talk."
"I mean, we are vampires, so this. Is not bullsh*t talk. I wish I could smell something, anything to tell me who this person was.''
Scoffing, Kimmy took Jessie by the shoulders. "I wouldn't call what we are vampires. We are at the bottom of the barrel. The ones to carry the sh*t bucket."
Kimmy always seemed to remind Jessie of their shortcomings, their fall from grace because of their pi*s head of a father.
They both could still remember that day like it happened yesterday. Jessie was only five and Kimmy three, but that memory still lived on in their minds. They stripped the Thomas's of their powers, their dignity and cast them out to live as humans.
"Don't remind me.'' Jessie's face dropped, as her mind flash back to that day.
Kimmy smiled and winked. ''your audience awaits you, the bride-to-be.''
Jessie groaned, "I don't want to do this.''
"Ok then, take your dress off and give it to me." Kimmy held her hand out.
Jessie gave her a bewilder look.
"You are only seventeen.''
"Yea, so. I'll be eighteen next month.''
Jessie's mind drifted a bit.
"You are only nineteen, I don't see the big difference."
That brought Jessie back to reality.
"Oh for fu*ks sake, I can't do this. I just can't marry some random person. I'm still a bloody virgin, for crying out loud. Oh sh*t! Do you think that's why dad is doing this, he's selling my virginity?'' Jessie cringed at the thought.
"I heard those things go for a fortune.'' Kimmy laughed.
"Not helping Kimberly.''
Kimberly walked over to her sister, all traces of humour gone from her face.
"Jessie, listen to me, you can do this and you will because you know how dad gets if you don't, bedsides from what I've heard, this man isn't all that bad. I can guarantee that he will treat you better than dad ever did.''
Jessie peered at Kimberly.
She can be peculiar at times, but for a relative, she wouldn't choose anyone else. Well, she couldn't either way. In fact, she can. She would choose Kimmy over my other Janice any day.
"You're right, anywhere is better than with the old pater.''
''Perfect, now come on, pull yourself together you sexy bit*h.''
They both bursted out laughing, and Kimmy took a step back to inspect Jessie's wedding dress.
"You look ravishing. I'm sure that your mystery man will fall at your feet when he sees you. It's your wedding, not a funeral, so at least smile.''
"Well, I'm in mourning, so I don't care. I'm only nineteen. What if this man is some old geezer?''
"A filthy rich old geezer. Heck, he might even be the one to give our family its glory back.''
Jessie thought for a while, she would do anything for her family, but she had her limits, and when she said family, she only meant Kimberly.
''You could pretend to be me. They won't know the difference. And I can run off with Bert to Scotland." Jessie said hopefully.
Kimberly didn't respond. She simply passed Jessie her veil, which she attached to the crown of her head, as her hair now cascaded down her back in curls from changing it so many times. Jessie gave a sigh, then threw the sheer material over her face.
Her gown was a silky white mermaid-style dress that hugs her body perfectly. The top half is tight and laced up to her back, which forced her tiny boobs to stick up over it.
Jessie slipped her narrow feet into a pair of white, silky heels.
Kimberly stood there, blinking at her, trying to fight back tears.
"What?''
"You look lovely. Just one last thing.'' she gave a broad smile before brandishing a frilly lace garter.
"No.''
"Yes.''
"No.''
The two went back and forth until Jessie gave in. She reluctantly took the piece of lacey material while giving her a death stare.
"Bi*ch.'' She muttered.
"You know it.'' She winked at Jessie, who dragged the stupid piece of accessory up her leg while gazing into her eyes.
"Save that look for your husband.''
Jessie rolled her eyes.
"Perfect.'' Kimmy smiled.
"Jessie!"
Both Jessie and Kimberly froze.
"Jessie!"
It was their father, Peter. That's even if they can call him that after all that he's put them through. The drunk of the family, who right now sounded sober and angry.
"Kimmy, get out of here,'' Jessie whispered urgently.
"But.'' she tried to protest.
"But nothing, Go. You know how he can get.''
She looked at Jessie, ''good luck with everything. I'm not sure I'll get to see you after the wedding, so I'll say it now. You is kind, you is smart, you is beautiful, you is special.'' She recited a line from The Help to her sister.
"Thank you, Kimmy. A bit weird, but thanks.''
"I'll miss you.''
And with that, she gave Jessie one last hug and rushed out of the room.
"Jessica! Where the bloody hell are ya?'' Peter yelled.
"In here!"
He burst into the room ''why the hell are you ignoring me? You little..''
"I'm not ignoring you, I was getting ready.'' Jessie cut him off.
"Did you just interrupt me while I was talking?'' His face clouding with anger.
"I..I.''
Pow! His fist flew in her face with such force that she fell to the floor with a yelp.
"Never! Ever! Talk when I'm talking. I don't care if you are my daughter or not. Yea.''
"Yes.'' Jessie whispered.
He crouched down in front of Jessie, as she was still on the floor.
"Good, now you listen to me.'' His voice was deathly quiet.
"If you mess this up, you'll regret it, understood?''
"Yes, I understand.'' Jessie whimpered.
"Hum, you better. Now you best be downstairs in two minutes. Do you understand!?''
Jessie nodded her head.
He was about to smack her again but the door was swung open by a muscular man, with black hair and sunglasses standing in the door frame. He pulled Peter roughly to his feet.
''I think you have overstayed our visit.'' He lifted Peter by the collar as he threw him out of the room.
"Must you forget that I'm the father of the bride, I can call this off if I so want.''
The bodyguard scoffed, ''you had no say in this, you fool, Christian always gets what Christian wants. And nothing comes between him and his mate.''
The door slammed, leaving Jessie with a black eye, and sobbing on the day of her wedding, all alone in a cold, unfamiliar room.
She shakily got up, walked over to the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror to look at herself.
Thank God her makeup didn't smudge, or her veil hadn't fallen out.
She smoothed down her skirt, then head for the door.
Jessie stopped on the landing of the second floor, contemplating about running. She even pushed at the window, then pretended to be hot and fan at her face, when someone glanced at her. "How far would I get? If these people were really wolves, they would catch up to me." Jessie closed her eyes, thinking that her dad wouldn't be so stupid to marry her off to their mortal enemies. Then again, in his drunk state, he would. Jessie's pulse quickens. After all she had heard about werewolves, she was so scared to marry one. They are very territorial, temperamental, vicious and lived in packs, where everyone shared the same house. The man following behind Jessie coughed to cover up a laugh. She glanced over her shoulder to see what was funny, then wondered if she had farted. She paused to ask him what he found funny, but thought against it. Jessie walked onward to her doom, not knowing what awaited her on the other side
Christian could smell Jessie, her anxiety, her fear, and her anger. Everything. Which made him wish he could be there in the room to reassure her that there was nothing to fear. He made a vow to himself to take care of her with all his wellbeing and to the best of his abilities. "I will introduce her to a life better than what she was used to." Christian vowed to himself. This was the first time in two centuries since a wolf and vampire were to be mated. At first, Christian was furious. He had his eyes set on a wolf already, they have been together for a while, and he was planning to marry her. He hated the fact that the Fates had torn him away from someone he had grown to care about. Now, he was mated to someone else, someone he doesn't know, and was here on his wedding day, which was rushed. But since the message came directly from the Fates themselves, telling him that his mate was a vampire destined for greatness, and will b
Christian extended his right arm. With a sigh, though reluctantly, Jessie took it and together they walked down the aisle at a slow pace as the newly wedded couple. A few people clapped as they strolled by, except for one female in particular. She made a growling sound. Her eyes even glowed and her teeth lengthen as if she was ready to attack Jessie. Jessie glanced up at her husband; he didn't seem to have noticed, even if he did, he hid it pretty well. As if Christian could feel Jessie gazing at him, he smiled down at her, then winked. Causing her heart to stop for maybe the hundredth time today. Jessie was still marvelling at how gorgeous Christian was. Handsome wasn't the word to describe him and the way she felt after laying her eyes on him for the first time. "Is this man my husband for real?" "What will life with him be like?" "What would life be like in a pack? With all these werewolves, I
The car skidded to a stop as it pulled up outside a huge, beautiful house. Jessie's eyes widen at how beautiful it looked. The clean all-white of the painted outside gleamed under the dim moonlight, making it seem as if it was straight out of a fairy tale. The moon laces in full bloom made it even more surreal. Jessie couldn't believe it. This was where she'll be living from now on. And it was already much better than the room she had to share with her siblings. If Christian really does as he said and treated Jessie well, or as an equal, and not be an abusive physio, then she just might be comfortable there. ''Maybe it wouldn't be so bad living in a house full of wolves or a community with them.'' Jessie thought. Like a gentleman, Christian got out of the car first, walked around to Jessie's side of the car, and let her out. It took a great deal for Jessie to get out of the car, even with the help
Christian aggressively wiped at his lips and stared at the pink lipstick that now stained his lips as well. He shook his head to come out of his state of confusion, then chased after Jessie. "What the hell? One minute you are kissing me, the next you are screaming in my face.'' He shouted after her, but because of his state of shock, he moved too slow to catch up with her. That kiss had his senses running wild, his every being had come alive at the sensation. He had always heard about the effect that one's mate had on the other, but he never knew it would be this strong. He was in a daze, and if it was for the familiar scents of his home, he would have lost it. Christian walked to her door and gentle knock, ''Jessie, are you ok, what did I do?'' All he heard was sobbings from inside, but because she locked the door, it made it impossible to go comfort her. Of course, Christian could easily break the door down, but he did
Jessie closed her eyes and prayed before eating, something that was beaten into her from a young age. Peter, her father, had always said that they should be grateful for the meal that was provided, because he didn't have to feed her or her siblings or know when God will provide for another. Which was right, he had all the food to himself, and preferred to feed his wife and his namesake. All he gave Jessie and his two other daughters were what's left, the scrapes, which wasn't much. A slice of stale bread to share for them, a chicken breast or one baked potato. And that's it. They were expected to never complain or ask for more. It was after getting a full scholarship to uni did Jessie know a belly full; When she opened her eyes, Christian was staring at her with a confused look. A small smile spread across his face as he nodded to himself. Confused, she asked. "What is it?" But got no response from him. "Tell me about yo
Jessie and Christian sat together talking for a while in the kitchen until Jessie's eyes start closing down and her head was nodding, while listening to Christian's soothing voice. "Time for bed." Christian took Jessie by the hand, then unexpectedly lift her up and brought her up to her room. She reclined her head on his chest, listening to the fast speed of his heartbeat; it was as if his chest was filled with hummingbird wings instead of a heart. Completely different from that of a vampire or human. Jessie knew for a fact that she will be in for a wild ride. She closed her eyes in thought. 'Am I ready? Maybe not, but for Christian, I'll try my best.' Christian leered down at his bride, noticing how perfectly she fit in his arms. "Damn it.'' He sighed out. Jessie opened her eyes to stare up at him, noting the deep frown between his brows. "You can put me down if I'm too heavy.'' Jessie sa
Christian woke up for the second time in the middle of the night, this time feeling strange. There was a great pressure on his chest, which made him feel hot. Remembering that he was in bed with Jessie, and it must have been her. He opened his eyes to see half of her body on his chest and her hair in a tangled mess around both of them. Christian had always thought that sleeping with his mate would be peaceful, and she would be curled into his side. But not Jessie. She even snored, drooled a bit, talked in her sleep andshe was the source of heat, almost making Christian sweaty. Instead of waking her, he allowed her to sleep and mumbled away. Wondering what she was dreaming about now, as her brows frowned while she hissed a little. "You are mine, my vampire turned human, my woman, my wife, my mate.'' Christian brushed a finger against her cheek; she stirred and her big grey eyes opened to stare at Christian, as if seeing him