Blood Lines

Fur

My idea of life is to be kind but fierce, small but mighty, delicate but harsh. I like to see the best in things but if someone plucks the wrong chord they will be sure to hear about it! I live my life as best as I can.

Luckily my parents have the money to help me enjoy my life but I would never abuse it. I like to earn my money, properly. I was placed in a travel agency but I was given the best job possible with some slight convincing to the owner I became a travel critic. I get to select where I want to go and spend a couple days experiencing the culture, restaurants and accommodation then write a blog for the travel company about the many beautiful places to travel.

Thanks to my masters degree in English and English Literature also journalism I know how to write. Some would say I'm a mastermind with a pen. They have no idea!

I wake up to the beautiful sound of birds and running water. Stretching my body sending shivers of bliss through my muscles. The early morning sun gleams through the light curtains lighting up the cream walled room. An exhausted yawn escaped my mouth as last night's events flash across my eyelids.

The smell of freshly cut grass and new day air reaches my nose earning a pleasant sigh from my lungs.

Dancing, for hours, flashing lights, throbbing base, heated bodies everywhere. Full moon! Ripped clothes, tearing skin, fangs, tangled fur, paws running, cold and dark forest, my life!

Spreading my limbs through the soft sheets my bones cracking with the sudden movements. Sitting up I search my naked skin for injuries. I tend to lose myself when alcohol and a full moon is mixed together, I can change anytime I want but a full moon is a change where I can't control anything!

Dry blood is covering the left side of my abdomen which has stained the once white sheets. The cut healed overnight thank god. A fresh scar tattooing my already inked skin. Ironic!

Looks like i'm going shopping today. All that's left is a pair of black skinny jeans, heeled boots and a green flannel shirt oh and a bottle of whiskey. I really need to learn to strip before changing. Thankfully my job let's me shop excessively.

Climbing out of bed. My feet planted firmly on the cold wood floor sending a shiver up my spine. Striding effortlessly into the ensuite. A hot bath is called for. Grabbing my Apple Mac on the way past flicking onto Spotify. The first song is sung by Twenty One Pilots. It's a beautiful morning!

Watching the steam roll off the pouring hot water as it slowly fills the bath. Finally I climb into the awaiting relaxation. The immediate heat grants my muscles release. The soft hum of music in the background with the smell of vanilla bubble bath fills the holiday cottage pleasantly as I wash off the remnants of a busy night.

Being born what I am and the pain i experinced when i was a child has given me a different insight of the world, the hidden beauty and darkness waiting to be found in the shadows, my instincts giving me the gift of seeing that beauty and darkness which I then transform into words.

It's exhausting but exhilarating. It gives you a new found confidence which leaks out of your aura attracting every gender to my body but I never let anyone in. My trust doesn't break for temptation, I'm smarter than that.

My heart's protected by barbed wire and an electric fence with a lock, the key was lost years ago! I'm stubborn but I have my reasons. My brother is to blame for that. He too is like me but he opened his heart to the wrong girl who happened to be a hunter.

Kallum was murdered right in front of me, I tore that bitch to shreds before delivering her head to her father. A silent agreement was made between our two families don't mess with us and we won't mess with yours, simple if you ask me!