THE MIX

KATE

I was so dead.

There is no way my parents are going to let this slide.

If there is one thing they care about, it's their reputation and I have single handedly brought shame upon this family twice in less than a term.

They are so going to kill me or even worse, they may take me out of school.

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Going to my house today felt like I was taking the walk of death.

Diana made it so obvious that something big was going to happen.

It scared me the way my mint green eyes stared back at me with a deep hatred.

It was like I was the one planning my own death. I know that I'm weak and I don't live up to expectations. I know that I'm not as confident as I should be but I don't know what to do. My life has been defined by my parents. I don't know how to think for myself and do what I want. All I know is that I have to do what they want in order to live.

Stepping into the house felt like walking into a death chamber. The silence was deadly.

Why was it so silent? Where did they all go?

Sometimes I think Diana has witch powers. She seems to always get home before me and I use vampire speed to get home and I know for sure that she takes her time in getting home.

I didn't go to my room or run. They would find me and that would bring even worse punishment.

I know for sure that they intentionally made me wait in order to increase my anxiety and unfortunately, it was working.

The sound of footsteps was loud. They were coming. It was time to face the fire.

“Why do you make it your life’s purpose to bring shame unto this family? First you became a vegetarian and now you can't even take down a wolf. How you are my daughter baffles me. ” my father spat angrily.

“Many a time I wonder how I am your mother.” my mom said with such disgust, you would think she was talking to a piece of trash.

Her words made my heart bleed and tears welled up in my eyes but I dear not make a sound.

Through my wet eyes and soaked lashes, I saw my dad beckon on Diana to come forward. In her hand was a tray and on that tray there were syringes and a bottle. By the looks and smell of the content, it was The Mix.

The Mix is a strong combination of Garlic and Holy water. There are different levels of The Mix. The lower the lower the level, the less pain but the higher the level, the higher the chances are of dying.

When my brain understood what was going on, I went rigid and my eyes widened in fear.

I would be foolish to think they would stop if I beg.

My father on the other hand was filling up a syringe. When it was full, he jammed the syringe into my veins.

The pain of The Mix didn't start immediately, it took about four seconds before it felt like I was being burned from the inside out.

I screamed and fell to the floor in pain. In the process my father stuck another needle in my veins. The pain doubled.

“To stop all this, all you have to do is join us. Embrace you're true calling.” my father told me.

I would never do that. It isn't fair. What if it was the other way round and we were being hunted? We need to think of others.

With this conviction, I shook my head no.

He growled.

“Fine then, prepare for work tomorrow. No hunting for a week and you will feed on human blood.” he growled out and stomped away. My mother and Diana snared at me before walking off.

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The next morning Diana woke me up by barging into my room with a bottle of blood in hand. She forced the blood of the unknown human down my throat and gave me two shots of The Mix.

I hadn't even recovered from yesterday's dosage but they didn't care. They made me work like Cinderella on the day of the ball!

I was so tired. They gave me blood twice that day and all the energy that flooded into my system was gone in a flash because it was used to fight against the effects of The Mix on my system.

After all my work, I was able to go to my room and rest until they needed me again.

As soon as I hit the bed, I drifted to sleep.

It only felt like minutes when I heard someone scream my name. I knew it was one of family members and I wanted to respond as soon as possible to avoid punishment but I couldn't. I couldn't feel any part of body. I couldn't open my eyes but I could hear.

It was so frustrating. I did what I could but to no avail.

Whoever it was that was calling me started to scream louder almost making me deaf. I heard the person storm up to my room and open my door.

The person was definitely angered to the max because whoever it was stomped over to me and started to viciously shake my body. When I didn't respond, the person shouted,

“Dad!”

So it was Diana.

“What?!” my dad asked clearly irritated.

“Kate isn't waking up,”

There was silence for a while and then I heard him enter my room. That was an absurdity. He never comes up here.

I could feel him touch a part of my neck.

“Her pulse is faint. We might as well leave her to die.” he said.

It sounded so casual. He didn't care about me. I knew that fact but, still, it hurt.

“What about if we need bait?” Diana asked.

I could hear him as he mules it over.

“Give her human blood for the rest of today and tomorrow with no work and after that no blood.” he said and left. Diana followed immediately after.

Am I only good for bait?

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Everything my father ordered was carried out.

On Sunday, I managed to gain some energy by resting but on Monday, I nearly died.

They upped my dose to three shots since two shots weren't having the desired effect on me anymore.

The sound of the bell made my brain tear in half. I barely managed to make it home on Monday.

Monday night I got very little sleep so getting up on this Tuesday morning was so agonizing.

Before I left for school I was given my three shots and a cup of human blood.

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I was at my locker getting books for my History class when I noticed three werewolves staring at me.

One had chocolate hair and chocolate eyes with fair skin. He stood in the middle. On his left was a guy with chestnut hair and green eyes and fair skin. And on the right was another guy with auburn hair, blue eyes and tanned skin. All of them had a muscular physique.

I tried to sense their power levels but nothing. They were just normal pack members

with no special ranking.

I learnt from my parents and the other Hunters that there were ranks in a pack and the higher your rank, the higher your power level. There is the Alpha couple followed by the Beta and Gamma couple then the Warriors, Scouts, Healers, Pack Members then the Omegas.

When they noticed that I caught them they all looked away.

That was creepy.

In history, there were no humans. So I was kinda confused until the teacher told us we would be studying werewolf history.

Oh, that makes sense.

I did my best to pay rapt attention to this class. I was having a major headache due to The Mix.

Learning about other supernatural creatures was fun.

Our teacher explained that werewolves only shift when they turn sixteen.

I can't believe they only shift when they turn sixteen. I thought that they could shift from birth.

She also explained that when they turn eighteen that is when they are able to find their mate.

I wish I had a mate; someone to love me no matter what. But unfortunately, we vampires don't have mates, how sad.

I also learned more about ranking of the pack. Like what each set of werewolves are to do.

The Omega is the last in the ranking. He or she is pushed around and treated like dirt just like me. But that was in the past because it was found out that the Omegas have the ability to keep the whole pack calm. Although, they need a lot of practice to keep the whole pack calm at once.

With all that I learnt in History, I concluded that I wanted to be a werewolf. At least, the whole pack couldn't hate me at once right?

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Let's just say that the only class I was able to focus in was History. In every other class, I was totally tired, The Mix was draining me of my energy.

On my way out of school, I bumped into those three werewolves again.

I was getting scared. Why were they always looking at me? Was I their next meal? I shivered at the mere thought of it.

I quickly made my way out of school and away from them.

I can't wait for this week to end.

Ouch, poor Kate. Hurting and bullying people is NOT OKAY. I am so against it. We must understand that not everyone has the same goal as you

#NO BULLYING

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-Carsyne