Chapter 2

The mansion was huge. Obviously not as ancient looking as our castle, but it still looks like someone from the 1950's built it. Now, the castle isn't that big, so this mansion is about the size of our 'castle'. Yes, our castle back in Caracas was built in the 1400's, and its way more ancient looking than this new house. It still looks good though.

As soon as the car stopped, I immediately ran toward the mansion(imma call it house now)

to try and find the biggest or the best looking room. I left my luggage at the door, and ran up the stairs with everyone else at least 15-20 feet behind me. I quickly looked through door after door and decided on one that looked way to modern and light colored, but I could fix that with some paint.

I loved it. Sorta. Its too bright for me, but other than that, it's perfect. The room was sweet and cozy, beautiful, amazing, any postive word you can think of. It looks perfect. It looks kinda like my room back in Caracas, except more modernmized. The bathroom was lovely. I had a garden like tub, a three sided hexagon shower, and a big mirror that connected to a vanity. It was beautiful. The detail is just amazing. Of course, that could be the artistic side of me coming out, but oh well. Its still beautiful.

As soon as I'm done looking at my room and bathroom, I try to manuver my way through the house, trying to remember the way to the foyer. After a couple of minutes of aimless searching, I finally found the staircase.

I quickly run down the stairs to the foyer, and grab my bags. I run to the stairs, and walk two up at a time. Two after two, then two after one. When I finish that, I look around for my room. When I find out that it's a hallway down from the staircase, I have to reject the urge to face palm myself. I'm so stupid! How could I forget that? Now I actually face palm myself.

When I get to my room, I put the luggage by the walk in closet. I quickly put my things up. Organizing everything as neatly as I possibly can. Even though I already know that by tomorrow my room will be trashed, I still try to keep my room clean.

After I finish, I lay down to try and take a nap. Even though I don't get jet lag, I was still tired. Eh. Probably because I woke up so early...and still slept for at least half of the day. Yet even after shifting around for at least five minutes, I get up and decide to take a hot bath to get comfy and relaxed.

I take out my black Nike clothes set, along with making sure I know where my black socks and red Nike running shoes are in my closet. As I make my way to the bathroom, I grab my phone and red Bluetooth speaker. Noticed all the red? Yah, my favorite color of all time. How ironic, my hair is red, my favorite color is red...see the resemblance yet? No? Okay.

Anyway, I put my clothes on the side of the tub, along with a white, puffy, yet as normal as any towel with them. I turn on the tub stopper and put the water on full blast, making sure that the water was really hot. After awhile, I turn the water off and feel the water. Perfect. Even though I put the water on full blast (hot), it doesn't burn me. Maybe because my powers evolve around heat and fire. Didn't I tell you that each different lycan has some different type of power? No? Oh okay. My powers involve heat. I can easily warm, burn, or boil anything up, as well as going to different types of fires. My hair sometimes will catch fire when I'm really mad or upset.

Anyway, I wrap a towel tightly around my torso, and wipe the fog off of my mirror. Once all of the fog is off, I start to brush my teeth. No need to go into brushing my teeth. After I brush my teeth, I start brushing my hair... which leaves me with half my hair brushed, and a whole lot of cussing under my breath.

When I give up on my hair, I just busy myself with my face products. I put some coconut hand cream on my hands, and mix my green tea scented, cherry scented, and vanilla scented body cream together, and put some on. Then, I put on some face cream from Avon.

When I finally finish, I walk over to my tub. I quickly put it on my black socks and red Nike running shoes, as I have to tell Jack something.

When I'm done, I go downstairs and get the car keys. As I'm heading out the door, I tell Jackson what I'm doing....partly.

"Jackson! Voy a tomar un Poco do refresco.¡Nos vemos más tarde!" I say to him. Though I told him part of the truth. I'm getting soda...a minnie fridge...and a whole bunch of snacks, Call of Duty Black Ops 4, and a couple game consoles. Hey, a girl has to treat herself when you get the money. I know I'm a princess and all, but that doesn't mean that I'm a spoiled brat. As a matter of fact, I reject any money that my parents want to give me. I'm independent and need to provide for myself. Yes, I have money coming into my name because of my business, so I don't really need a job. (Translation: Jackson! I'm going to get some soda. See you later!)

"Bueno. Hasta luego Audrey." Jackson replies from where I presume the kitchen is. Of course he's in the kitchen. Where else would he be? I sigh dramatically and leave the house.