Chapter 1

So, here I am, moving in with my brother, who I have never met. He didn't even know I existed till last month. That is my father's fault. My father, was, how do you say, not the best parental figure. He would rather go out with his buddies, drinking and playing poker, than being at home with his daughter. My mom died when I was 5. My dad raised me, or I raised myself. See my father died in a car accident. But I know the real way he died. I was there. I couldn't say anything, because then I would be in a institute for the mentally insane. My dad was killed by a vampire.

We were driving down the road, well I was driving, he was too drunk to drive. All of a sudden some thing ran out in front of the car. I slammed on the brakes. My dad's door was ripped off the hinges and he was pulled out. I got out of the car and grabbed the metal baseball bat out of the trunk, which I still have I'm not going anywhere without that again. When the thing came back, I seen it for what it was. My dad used to tell me the Quileute Legends of the Cold Ones. I seen it's inhuman beauty, it's red eye's, that were filled with my father's blood. My father also taught me how to defend myself. Yes, I was only a mere human girl, but I did know how to kick ass.

The vampire lunged at me and I dodged and cracked him in the head with my metal bat. As he crouched to lunge again, he seen headlights in coming. He turned to me and grabbed my arm, digging his nails in my skin. He leaned his nose next to my neck and inhaled.

"Don't worry, I'll be back for you before time runs out." He said, then he took off.

At first I didn't understand, then I started thinking about the rest of the legends my father told me. I came to only one conclusion. I was going to turn into a werewolf. But females don't turn, only males, or so I thought. I grew 4 inches in the last month, since he died.