Alpha's Hybrib

This is all made up; please don't hold anything against me. This is the first book that I’ve written to share with everyone, so I hope you like it.     Ryder’s P.O.V The boxes were heavy as I was walking back and forth in the heat from the moving truck to the new house my Aunt Sherry just bought a few days ago in a small town in Colorado. Just as I walked into the house with a pile of boxes in my hands for the zillionth time; I hear my aunt's favorite song "Walking on Sunshine" come on to the playlist we were listening to inside the house that you could kind of hear it from outside in the truck, and I knew me and my brother Zander were doomed for one of her dancing sessions that she tries to get us to join her in till the end of the song. As if on cue she comes running up the stairs from the game room like a herd of buffaloes and starts dancing around boxes that were on the floor in the living room; shaking her full body making her long red wavy hair go everywhere. Just like Charlie from supernatural in season 7; ironically our aunt looks like Charlie, but has brown eyes, freckles, and round lips. “Turn it up for me please Ryder!” my aunt asks me as she dances. As Zander and I watch her dance her life away from a safe distance, I take a quick look at my little brother, that is growing too big for his own good. Day by day he looks more like our dad with this Light Warm Brown hair, hazel eyes, and full lips. The main differences are that Zander has medium length hair usual in a quiff hair style, freckles from or mom's side of the family, and is a little more muscular. After about a minute of watching her be silly; I decided to get back to work, so I nudge Zander and point to the truck behind us. He nods, then heads that way to help continue unpacking the first half of it; the first half has the stuff for the living room, dining room, kitchen, entryway, and game-room. As Zander and I get the rest of the first half of the truck unpacked before we go inside to unpack the boxes that we just taken inside and put the stuff where we think it should go. As we both get inside the house, we yell for our aunt who still might be dancing to songs than unpacking, hurting both our eardrums, who should be done dancing by now; letting her know we're done unpacking the first half. As we're getting ready to tackle the other half of the truck; that has the stuff for the bedroom, bathrooms, and the side closets; all of our stomachs started to growl at the same time because we haven’t eaten for a few hours since we were pretty busy unpacking everything, so we decided to wait for the food to come as we wait. We unpack the fragile stuff that we wanted to wait on originally; all of us argued about where some things should go, but for the most part we did a good job at putting things away where they should go. Just as I'm about to put our aunt’s favorite vase in the middle of one of the built-in shelves in the living room; our aunt jumps on the staircase and yells in a high-pitched voice, "Pizza is on the way! We need to clear a place for us to eat." I just about dropped the vase and look at our aunt with a bit of a glare saying, "Please don't yell and jump out of nowhere like that's in the house Aunt Sherry! I just about dropped your favorite vase!" Her face whitens just a little bit noticing her vase in my hands, and rushes over to where I am on the step stool to take it out of my hands like she usually does. We are allowed to touch it, but only for a minute; no more than that. Zander has given up touching it unless he wants to throw a party. If we want to have a party, we can't have the vase anywhere near it; we have to rush to get it into our aunt's room, so it won't get broken or even touched by someone else. Zander and I know the drill regarding the vase, so I carefully handed over to her then step down from the step stool. Zander always asks the same question about the vase when this kind of situation occurs and says, "Why is that your favorite face when you have 100% amethyst vase that I got you for your birthday in February? Which it looks better than that taupe striped vase." Our aunt sighs putting the vase down slowly, and very lovingly where I was about to put it before the whole yelling and jumping fit; then turned her body to look at us, but her head is still looking at the vase as she rubs it’s with her left hand then says, "I guess it's time to tell you two the story behind the vase, and why we moved here without warning and so suddenly." We all started cleaning off the three couches that were covered in boxes in silence, so we all had a spot two sets as we listened to what our aunt has to say. This isn't like or other serious talks that we've had; this feels different, so I started thinking of all the possibilities. The only one that pops into my head is that it's about our parents. I stopped for a split-second look at Zander and he nods as if he knew what I was thinking like always. We've always had a special connection more than other siblings; it's almost like where actually communicating through our minds. We never knew why we were like that, so we just accepted it since we knew our mom and her family are witches. So, we thought that it was our special gift given by the gods and goddesses that we share. Once when I was in third grade, Zander was being bullied on the playground, and no one was helping him out; not even the teachers, so somehow, I heard him cry out for help. I ran out of my classroom towards the playground at my top speed, which I was the fastest than anyone in my grade at the time. Which in third grade that’s not very fast, but still. I made it out there just in time to break up the fight, and to teach the kid a lesson she'll never forget before I got in too much trouble. My aunt on the other hand gave an earful to school on how they were punishing me but not the other girl that was bullying Zander. Before that we never mentioned it once to anyone, so we thought it was a good idea to tell her aunt about our gift; when we did she went white as a ghost dropping all our witch training tools that we were going to be using that day to practice our witchcraft. Instead of witch training, we both got a long lecture about the other supernatural "creatures" especially on werewolves that are out there in the world; we never knew why we got that talk in the first place that day, but we ask every once in a while, when we get a chance. The answer we both gets is always the same and she says, "You will find out soon enough, but I hope that day is not soon." As soon as we got the couches cleared off, the doorbell goes off letting us know that the pizzas are finally here; we all perk up with huge smiles on our faces filled with hunger, Zander says, “What perfect timing they have.” and I ran to the door before they even had the chance to as I’m saying, “I got it!” Once I got to it, I do a quick once over myself in the mirror that’s right by the door; just in case that there’s a cute guy on the other side of it. Which it is, he has blonde hair, which is covered by a black hat that makes his light blue eyes pop just that little bit, but enough to make you melt in your place. I hear my brother from the next room laughing at me then say out-loud, “Stop drooling over the delivery boy, and grab the pizza! I’m hungry.” I snap right back at him saying, “I’m not drooling womanizer, thank you very much! I was thinking about what hairstyle would look good with his face structure, that’s all.” I turn back grab the pizzas, hand him his cash tip, say thank you, making sure I don’t slam the door in his face, and head back to the living room before Zander gives me too much more grief about what just happened; which I didn’t even look to see his name tag to catch his name. When I get back to the couches Zander is paying more attention to what's in my hands than me; to give me any grief, and I set the pizzas down in front of each person that they belong too. After we all eat for about ten to about fifteen minutes, I see that Zander has eaten all but two pieces, I have eaten half of my pizza, and our Aunt Sherry ate all of hers. I roll my eyes thinking 'Why am I not surprised.' smiling to myself. “Wow, record time Aunt Sherry! How do you eat so fast?” I ask again for the hundredth time, but I get the same answer as I always get since, I was a kid. “Practice!” She says with a giggle, and continues, “I’ve had to if I won all those awards at the eating contests to get the extra money to raise you two.” Looking at the ribbons that are on the wall by the kitchen. After a little bit of letting our stomachs settle from all the pizza we just ate; Zander and I nod at each other. “Aunt Sherry will you please tell us the story behind the vase?” I ask. Then Zander asks, “And why we moved here so suddenly?” Our aunt sighs like she wasn’t ready for this conversion “Okay, let’s start with why we moved here because I’m not ready to talk about the vase just yet.” Zander and I nod in understanding that there are somethings that are hard to talk about, and this must be one of them for her. There aren’t a lot of things that we keep from each other, so this must have been hard for her to keep from us. “One reason we moved here all of a sudden is because this house belonged to your dad, and the town said that if no one was going to be living in it than they were going to tire it down. The second reason is that you guys should know the town that your dad grew up in.” We look at each other and nod understanding those reasons, but that there is something else under those that she is keeping from us too again. “And are you ready to talk about the vase yet, Aunt Sherry?” She shakes her head with a no, and both of us kids give her an understanding look. Once the talk was done, we decide to continue unpacking, and that continued for the rest of the weekend.