Supernatural Arranged Marriage- can a vampire love a werewolf?

I'm uploading all my stuff from my quizilla account on to here, because someone messaged me saying there is a rumor flying about the quizilla is going to be shut down- whether this is true or not is any body's guess. Any whoo, this is the first story I ever wrote all the way back in 2007- the chapter are painfully short... I have improved since then... I hope...

Enjoy!

I got into the plane, and found my seat, and completely crashed out in it. The dam plane had been five hours delayed and I had spent the entire five hours sitting in a corner sat on my hand luggage staring grimly at the floor. My life is over. I boarded this plane to go to some random country halfway across the world to marry some one I have never met- I never spoken to or seen- hell I don't even know their name. Let my explain. My name in Ana- short for Anastasya. I'm 5'7, I have thick blonde wavy hair that flows just past my shoulders, blue green eyes- just like the sea, every thing pretty much goes in and out in the right places. I wouldn't call myself gorgeous, but I wouldn't call myself repulsive either- I suppose like Mary Poppins I'm just perfect. I'm 22, I just finished university a week ago. I have degree in English literature and I'm proud to say that I am the first person in my family to have a degree. My family believes in home schooling, and no one is allowed to go to university. I'll try and be quick but basically, my family, including myself are werewolves- sorry there not as pretty as vampires, but hey I didn't have much choice. My family act like a wolf pack, we stay in the pack, we obey the leader, and we do not under any circumstances associate with anybody outside the pack. I have been a very naughty puppy. I wasn't going to be cooped up like some hillbilly! I wanted to see the human world, I wanted to learn outside the pack's influence, meet new people, learn about different cultures- get drunk- knock on peoples doors and runaway- all that stupid stuff!! At the time our 'mighty' leader David had disappeared, I was eighteen when it happened. Nobody knew where he was, when he coming back- the pack fell into chaos. I took advantage of this. I just enrolled at the local university, went in for lecturers came home, and nobody knew about it. It was great, I studied and past my exams, and paid for my course out my own money. Everything was great. I had done my finals, gone out and got wasted celebrating with my friends, came home paralytic, to find David home waiting for me. In my drunken stupor, I started laughing hysterically at him- David dressed like a lost boy, and I took one look at his mullet and peed myself laughing. Then threw up over his shoes before passing out... Then he found my results in the post- I got busted big time, he found out I had a degree. I have another problem, dilemma I have a telekinetic ability and in the heat of the moment I sent a cell phone flying into David head when we were having an argument and then shattered all the window panes in the house- correction mansion- it cost thousands. He was going to kick me out the pack! My parents begged him not too. So he said I would be sent away to marry, and I would never return. My parents were happy at his decision... they didn't want me exiled because it would bring shame on them. They make me weep.. So here I am out to some town, or city somewhere in the world- I'm too depressed to bother looking it up. Well at least I have a degree. Not many werewolves can say that. So what do I know about my betrothed? Nothing. I think I'll be married off to a prestigious European lineage, as my own lineage is much respected. I don't think I'll be given to a leader though, more likely their idiot brother.

May be I deserve it.

Chapter 2

The plane finally arrives- thank the lord as I'm beginning to believe my ass has died from numbness. I get out, it's pitch black, I can't see a thing. But the kindly flight attendants shove us along the tarmac landing strip in to the airport. My suitcase and other passenger suitcases are thrown at me by a daemonic luggage conveyor belt. Recovering and unscathed I compose myself and go through customs, the out customs into the foyer. Apparently this guy is picking me up. I wander round looking for any body holding a piece of paper with my name on it. After two hours I give up. I head towards the bar for a vodka and coke, when I realise I have no money! I weep. Then a random staff member walks up to me. "You- Ana-sy-sa" the small balding man covered in warts asks in a funny accent. My heart freezes, could this be my betrothed? "Yeah?" I reply nervously- I should of lied, he is probably my betrothed. I think David sold me on an internet bride website for ugly men who can't get a date. I'll try and hide my revulsion, to be polite. "Car, no collect. Sorry. Address, call taxi." He hands a piece of paper to me, with an address on. Relief then realisation. a) David did not sell me on a website. b)Where the hell am I! c) How do I find this address d) I have no money for a taxi.