* Life is a game meant for everyone and love is our prize.*
-- anonymous
I swung my leg against the wooden dummy as I thought about the fact that the @sshole had just left without saying goodbye or even anything else. Gah! My foot stomped against the ground as I twirled around, increasing momentum, I raised my left leg, the spot under my knee hit the neck of the wooden dummy, creating a splintered spot of nails, irons and a few pieces of broken off screws where the head once stood. I glared at the spot as frustration began to well up in me, lately my strength seems to go on and off and my eyes would react without my intention. A monstrous growl began to rumble softly from the depths of my throat as it slowly increased, I blinked and suppressed the sudden urge to yell or rather apparently growl. Damm it, boys have always been my weak spot and apparently it didn't change. Frustrated I pulled at my hair and removed the light trails of sweat that had gathered at the base of my neck and the top of my forehead. Luckily it's Sunday so no one bothered to bother me. Sighing I looked at the Dummies head, it had actually looked like a literal human because of the painting and details, Damm Mr. Mason sure has a pair of talented hands, but did he have to make the thing look so realistic, I wanna puke now. My nose slightly twitched. It's actually creepy. Maybe I need a break, definitely need something that will distract me..... uh, nowhere where Derek could find me, otherwise I'll really be in a pickle. But where am I supposed to go? The park? Na-ha, I'll be found there. The beach house? Well there is a forest near by, so maybe. Shaking my head I picked the glass bottle up and swallowed the liquid up in one go when my phone suddenly went off.
"This is Khaleesi Levi Rai, who's this?" I ask, I hadn't checked the name on the screen.
"Levi? Wow, wow, wow, why'd your parents give you a boy name?" Asks a very familiar voice, I rolled my eyes, Stiles.
" Levi is both a girl name and a boy one, plus it's just my middle name, I don't use it much. Any who, why the hell are you calling me on a Sunday of all days?" I ask as I dropped the glass bottle on the ground and on top of a pillow. I dropped down on another while I pulled the ribbon out of my hair and ran my fingers through the locks to straighten the now sticky and curled up strands.
"Uh, well I had ran into a guy who I think is.... the one who turned me. " I heard Scott's voice say, my eyes turned red instantly as I glared up at the ceiling.
"And hunters!" Stiles chipped in sounding all to happy about the situation. I chuckled inwardly at his weirdness.
"Ya know it's not necessary to be chipper about the situation and to sound like your enjoying yourself, Stiles." I hummed as I began to braid my hair.
".... Yeah well, it's exciting... okay and kinda scary. " Stiles added assuming Scott had sent a glare his way.
"... Mhmm, especially since hunters kill all those involved with the supernatural even the innocent.... which involves you. " I pointed out grinning.
"... Yeah I'm terrified. Now" Stiles says.
" Well then for now neither of you are playing any games, Scott you'll need to say that you are sick this coming Saturday, I am going to teach you how to control your anger and pulse, Stiles, find me a few genius ideas on how to help me. Oh and don't think you're off the hook, buds. Ya'll be training with the both of us too, and I'm gonna put ya both through hell. Bye~bye~see you tomorrow~" I say cheerfully as I ended the call grinning evilly I found a distraction! Okay now I need to fix the training room, it's littered with dummy heads and dummy parts.